#anyways i'm gonna go finish the laundry and take a break
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worst case scenario, i have a bunch of mediocre garlic. best case scenario, i'll never have to buy garlic again. Either way, I planted garlic today, with my brother's help, and now i feel a lot less bad.
#espy talks#espy gardens#actual worst case scenario is either it never grows or it rots#but the realistic worst case is it's just gonna be meh#i'm a beginner gardener and i'm completely self taught so *shrugs* i'm just doin my best#but yeah! i fortunately had help with my chores today so i got very important stuff done#and now that the weight of that burden's gone for now i can focus on fun stuff#ive gots a project ive been workign on that i wanna finish for the holidays#i'm fairly certain i can finish it in time#if not i'll just post what i have done#also my friend gifted me a really strong pokeman for item grinding so i wanna do that for a bit#he?? gave me a shiny irion hands ??? like he ev trained it and everything????#like i know it's not super hard to do any of that nowadays. just takes time. but still??#like. i hope i never take my friends for granted. they're amazing people#anyways i'm gonna go finish the laundry and take a break
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Follow You Anywhere 1
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You're online existence threatens to leak into your real life.
Characters: Captain Syverson
Note: I couldn't help myself.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
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"So... this is what it looks like today?" You aim your camera at the sky outside your window, "sorry, the screen is kinda in the way."
You let out a nervous chuckle and flip the camera to yourself. You make a silly face. You were never overly fond of your image on the screen but the vlogs help. Like a little diary, mostly for yourself. You and your seven followers on Insta.
You bat your lashes and fix the clip in your hair, "oh, I got this free. Yeah, I bought a new hair oil and they threw this in the bag." You let your thoughts run wild from your tongue. You found a journal too daunting, the blank lines leaving you just as empty. This is easier. "Anyway, I shouldn't have spent the money to begin with."
You give another splintered laugh. The one you let out when you're anxious, or scared, or happy, or even mad. You bite your lip and catch yourself in your digitized reflection. You stop and turn your camera to your bedroom.
"Today, I'm gonna clean this mess. Me and you guys together."
You scour the room with the lens. Your laundry is piled on the floor and you have a stack of books you need to put on the shelf. It isn't the worst it's been but it's getting cluttered.
"But first, we'll have breakfast, can't start the stream on an empty stomach," you chirp and nearly drop the phone, "oops, uh..." You fix your grip and check the number in the corner. You have one viewer; on a good day, it's three, most days, it's just you talking to the void.
You go into the kitchen, just down the short hall from your bedroom, opening into your living room. You go to the counter and prop up the phone so the camera is on you again. You tap your fingers and hum.
"What should we have for breakfast?" You ask. You don't feel as crazy talking to yourself even if there's really no one watching. "Oo, French toast. Gotta use up the eggs."
You go to the fridge and pull out the eggs and the milk. You bring them back to the counter, shuffling around for a bowl, a whisk, and the cinnamon.
You mix up your ingredients and dip the bread, one piece at a time. You put on a skillet and fry up the slices, presenting a stack of three to the camera. You smile and dust some icing sugar over the top.
“Probably shouldn't have all this sugar for breakfast,” you shrug at the camera, “alright, quick break…”
You put the stream onto the ‘back soon’ page and take your plate to the small foldout table against the wall. You're not a fan of eating on camera. You finish and rinse up before snatching your phone up again.
You return to your bedroom and put the phone on a middle shelf and flip the stream back to live. Still that one viewer…
“Anyway, I'm back,” you wave at the lens.
You hesitate, looking around as you stand straight and spin. Cleaning, right. Before you can set to work, the phone dings.
A message?
You go back to your phone and squint at the chat bubble floating up.
‘Looked delicious too.’
“It was,” you agree with a grin, “thanks.”
‘Don't mean the toast.’
The next message has you blinking. Your nape burns. They can't mean… you clear your throat and giggle.
“Well, let's get started,” you back up and clap your hands, “you know, I've been so carried away with work. This place is a pigsty.”
You sit on the floor and sort through the clothes. You toss them into the basket as you sit in silence. You stop yourself and glance at the phone.
“How about some tunes?”
You walk on your knees to your bedside and turn on your bluetooth speaker. You go to your phone and find a playlist before pulling the stream back to full screen. As you do, you hear a noise you've never heard before.
‘BourbonBear has tipped.’ Huh? Really?
“Oh, thanks, er, BourbonBear,” you giggle around the name, “how nice. Maybe one day I can afford a proper camera for this, huh?”
You smile and go back to the dirty clothes. You quickly ball up a pair of panties and shove them in the basket. You carry on until they're all untangled.
You move on and tidy your desk, bending underneath to gather up a few loose pens. You make your way around the bedroom, putting away books, fixing the blankets on the bed, and straightening the little figurines on the shelf above the bed.
You grab the stick vacuum and suck up the dirt and proclaim your task done. It took a lot longer than you thought. It's after eleven. The one viewer is still there.
“Whew, okay, I'm gonna get myself washed up and go to the park. Maybe I'll post that later,” you give a thumbs up next to your head as you talk to the phone, “thank you.”
You end the stream and let out a sigh. Your videos aren't much and you doubt they're very interesting but it's like venting for you. Almost like having an invisible friend. You think you will take some pictures of the flowers to share.
🧸
You take your usual path through the park. The walks help you unwind your worries. You try to come after work at least a couple days during the week and both days on the weekend. You find the mindlessness of the routine to be calming.
The deeper you get into the wooded length of the path, you slow to admire the birds in the branches and the critters crawling in the brush. You take out your phone and snap a few photos of a blue jay before it wings away shyly. You smile and flip the cam, smiling as you take a goofy selfie. You can add that to your post.
The path winds ahead and you follow it in the din, listening to the river just down the incline to your left and the tweeting from the sky. You lift your face and inhale the woodsy scent. The sudden crack of a twig startles you and you spin to face the noise. There's no one there. Sometimes you forget other people are free to just walk on through.
You chuckle at yourself and continue on. The path leads out to a suburban street where you like to look at the houses. They're much more spacious and pretty than your grimy brick apartment building.
You come out from the shade of the trees and wander along the avenue. There's a mailbox painted to look like the house it stands before and a little nook for second hand children's books to be borrowed through the neighbourhood. Sometimes you picture yourself living in one of those houses though you don't think it could ever truly be.
As you crane your head, you sense a shadow in your peripheral. You're walking a bit slow. You sidle to the side to get out of the way of the other pedestrian. When no one passes, you look back. No one.
You must be imagining things. You shrug and plod along. You're already thinking of what kind of tea you'll have when you get in.
🧸
You sit down with your mug of ginger citrus tea and set to editing your post. You add a light filter to the photos as you shuffle through them on your laptop. The process is slow as the computer is nearly five years old now and chuffing on its 4GB drive. You get to the selfie you snapped, a stop.
You lean in to get a better glimpse of the background. It's fuzzy but there's a figure just over your shoulder. How could that be? You looked and there was no one there. That's so strange.
You stare as a chill courses through you. You're thankful you hadn't put your earphones in. You wouldn't have heard whoever it was and they may have even snuck up on you. Or maybe it's just a trick of the light.
You hit ‘post’ and try to shake off the foreboding. It's nothing. You're being silly. Besides, you're home and safe now. Next time, you'll be more alert.
A message pops up. You stare at the dot over the chat bubble. You tap with your thumb and bring up the DMs.
'Stream tonight?' BourbonBear asks.
You tilt your head. You already did some today. You're tired and want to lie down and enjoy your time off. You type back 'sorry, not tonight. tomorrow <3' and another notification vibrates. A comment on your latest post.
'Pretty sweater', also from BourbonBear. You heart their comment and leave a thanks below.
You flip back to the selfie. You can't really see your sweater in the picture, just the scalloped knitting of the collar. Well, you suppose it does look cute. You put your phone down and leave it on your desk. That's enough Insta for today.
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You time your shopping trip for the least busy hour. It's early and the store is almost empty except for employees stacking bread on shelves or wandering listlessly around the deli. You have your phone in the basket of the cart, aimed at you as you roll it along slowly and check your list.
The stream is just as empty. It's only just started but you don't expect too many people to be up at this hour. You stop and grab a loaf of sourdough, checking the date before showing it to the lens and putting it in the cart. You smile and announce the next item.
"Strawberries... you know I was thinking I might get raspberries instead," you say, catching the eye of one of the yawning employees. You must seem like a weirdo. It's why you typically don't film in public.
As you roll around to the fruit, you notice the count change. One viewer. You choose a basket of raspberries and show those. You see a message float up; morning.
You smile and return the greeting softly and place the berries down carefully beside your phone. You need yogurt to go with the berries.
You work down the list, making some substitutes as you tick off each item. You linger in the ice cream section a bit too long and talk yourself out of a gallon of rocky road. You lean on the handle of the cart and smile down at the lens.
"Going to check out," you say, "see you all later."
All? There's still just the one. You end the stream and take your phone out of the basket.
You wheel around to checkout and line up at the only open till. You put your items up as you greet the cashier with a smile. She seems tired as she gives a dull response.
As you put the yogurt on the belt, you sense someone join the queue behind you. You glance over as a large man stands only feet away. He's tall and burly and staring at you. Maybe he heard you talking to your audience, or he would think, yourself. You continue to unload your groceries.
"Never tried those," he comments as you take out a box of strawberry Pocky.
You pause and hold them up, chuckling nervously, as you do.
"Pretty good," you answer, "I eat way too many."
You notice the man doesn't have a basket or a cart. That realisation needles under your skin. Maybe he's just getting lotto or smokes?
"You like sweet stuff."
"Too much," you squeak even though it doesn't sound like a question.
He just stares, not saying a word. You swallow tightly and pull the last few items out of the cart and get behind it to wheel it through the lane. As you do, he looms closely, adding to the sweat gathering on your lower back.
You roll along and wait for the cashier to ring through the rest of your things. She bags them up neatly in two large paper bags. You pay with your card and thank her as you lift the first into your cart. The man behind you moves forward and grabs the second, startling you.
"Got it," he says as he places it with the other, squeezing by you, crowding you.
"Oh, excuse me, sir," you stammer, "oh," you lean on the cart to roll it to the end of the lane as you make space between you and the stranger. "Thanks, er, uh... thanks."
You turn and grab the handle, jittering. He's really weirding you out. Especially as you realise he's walked right by the cashier. He's following you.
"I can help get ‘em in your car," he offers in a drawl.
"Oh, that's alright, I... bus," you cringe as you realise you've said too much.
"I could drive you. I have a truck."
"No thank you," you walk faster, the cart rattling with your pace.
"Why not?"
"I don't know you, erm, sorry--"
"You don't?" He catches up and shoves his phone in your face, your Insta profile glaring back at you, "I paid for the milk, maybe the berries..."
"What?" You stop, just by the door and turn to him. "I don't--"
"You haven't eaten, have you? I'll take you for French toast. That's your favourite."
"Um," you blink at him as your eyes tinge, "I don't..."
"You got me through a hard campaign, just wanna say thank you," he adjusts his cap and you notice the pin on it. He's a veteran. Oh, 'campaign'.
“Just got back home," he shifts on his feet, a meek gesture for such a large man, "and... your videos helped me remember it. Helped me hold onto it in the sh-- in the stuff."
"I... wow, okay, that's... I'm glad I could do that."
"I really don't mind giving you a ride. Lots of weirdos on the bus," he insists.
"That's nice but--"
"Please," he softens his tone, "been a while since I sat down and had breakfast without worrying about the sky falling."
You shudder and grip the cart tight. You don't know how to say no. You didn't think about who was watching. You always just assumed they were bots. Then you think of the chaching noise and the amount flashing on the screen.
"BourbonBear?" You ask.
"Yeah," he cracks a crooked smile and smooths his hand over his thick beard. "Everyone calls me Syv.”
#dark!captain syverson#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#follow you anywhere#sandcastle#captain syverson#dark captain syverson#captain syverson x reader
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Rooster SFW Alphabet
I tried to post this, didn't realize I never copied it, and just posted the template lol, OOPS! Anyways, enjoy the Rooster SFW Alphabet HC's, my brain is focused on so many works at once I cannot get anything finished, and I was gonna post this later but I'm dishing it out now, so enjoy!
Masterlist
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
> He can't keep his hands off of you. Nothing too PG-13 or Rated R outside of the bedroom, but a hand around your shoulder? a hand around your waist? a hand in your back pocket? absolutely. maybe a kiss with tongue at the hard deck after he's had a few beers in him, but oh my god expect so many kisses. Forehead, head, neck, shoulder, face, lips? this man will kiss you, he does not care. not full on hickey or make out, but he won't ignore you.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
>Bradley as a best friend (with a crush on you) would be there 24/7. You have a crush on a guy and confide in him, your best friend? His hearts breaking on the inside but he will still smile and try to help you get with him. Your period starts? Chocolate and heating pad. That guy you had a crush on? He's crying watching sappy movies with ice cream right next to you on the couch.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
>This boy would cuddle you every damn night. It's hot as hell and it's summer? doesn't matter, he is on you. he just loves you so much and while he definitely was held enough as a child, he loves being held and holding. cuddle this boy please. he needs it.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
>He absolutely wants to settle down. He didn't have a dad growing up, so he would be a bit nervous at first but he absolutely wants to wife you and have kids. But I personally don't think he'd be a very good cook. Like he can definitely make breakfast, but I wouldn't trust him to make a real dish. Like he can do pancakes, but maybe not lasagna. He would makeup for this by cleaning, setting up the table, laundry, etc.,
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
>He'd literally still be there for you. Like he'd break up with you, but hold you as you cry. If he didn't do that, then he'd make sure to let one of your friends know that your sad. Like he doesn't want to hurt you, or anyone for that matter, so I don't feel like he would break up with you without it benefitting you. (i.e. he doesn't want you worrying abt him going on a mission so he breaks up with you)
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
>He would wait a bit before proposing. He isn't afraid of commitment, he wants commitment. He just doesn't feel the need to rush, and honestly wouldn't even think of it until someone goes "Bradshaw, when are you gonna propose to Y/N?" "Oh shit I should get on that." I also feel like he would move in with you after a few months of dating though. But before proposing, if you had a dad or father figure or brother in your life, he would ask for their permission. I don't know why, and he doesn't do it as a sexist thing, he just doesn't want his in-laws to hate him.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
>Physically - This man is a golden retriever. He's big and lanky but he wouldn't hurt a fly. He might accidentally hug you too hard, but like he wouldn't get in a fight if it wasn't to protect someone (or provoked *cough* hangman *cough*) Like he's strong, hes a pilot, but he was raised by Carole Mf'in Bradshaw. He won't forget his strength, he'll act gently.
>Emotionally - Yes but no. Like he's gentle in the sense that if you're hurting he feels so bad. Like if you are hurting physically or emotionally his heart drops, like he feels so terrible. But like if you say something in the spur of the moment fight that hurts his feelings he wont take it with a heavy heart. he understands you're just trying to protect yourself, but like if someone else (usually hangman) says something about his family (his dad) he'd get vulnerable fast.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
>He loves hugs. He will hug you any chance you get. You're cooking? Back hugs. You're talking with someone at the bar? He's side hugging you. This man loves holding and hugging you any and every time he can. His hugs are always warm though. Like they are gentle, but enough for you to feel like safe / protected in his arms.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
>If you had been friends / best friends before you got together he'd say it during confession before asking you to be his partner. He wouldn't pressure you to say it back, but he definitely wouldn't hesitate to say it when he knows his feelings. So I think he'd say it pretty soon.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)
>He gets jealous easy. He doesn't act because he trusts you, and knows you can handle yourself and that you wouldn't cheat on him. But god he gets so jealous. Like if you bartend for Penny or you're all just hanging at the Hard Deck and someone drunkenly hits on you he's definitely glaring this guy down. But he wouldn't do anything.
"Bradshaw, you let your girl out of the house like that?" - Hangman
"I don't own her. She can wear what she wants, she's a big girl. I can fight, if anyone decides they wanna do something about the way she dresses."
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
>This man can not get enough of you. He'll peck kisses anywhere and everywhere. Cheek kisses when you're concentrated? Absolutely. Head / Forehead kisses when hugging or cuddling? abso-freaking-lutely. Kisses on your lips when he just wants to? Absolutely. He will kiss you whenever and wherever.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
>He's so good with children. He's a goofball. He loves children. Mav and Penny definitely made him babysit Amelia when he was in highschool. He loves kids.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
>If you're not a morning person, he would 1000% percent make you breakfast after getting home from an early morning run / workout. Every now and then (aka the weekends) he would skip the run, and either surprise you with breakfast in bed or cuddle with you whenever you both wakeup in the early morning hours.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
>He'd be tired after busy days of training. He'd want to come home to like food (But would never complained if he didn't) and just love and cuddle his partner. If he's not tired, nights at the hard deck or on the beach would be frequent. Serenading you to Great Balls of Fire with booze.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
>If you had grown up together / were best friends before then you'd already know everything about him. But, if you didn't he'd definitely open up to you, but it'd be later at night, maybe after one or two drinks, in bed. There'd be a few tears shed. By who? I'm not sure. Maybe both?
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
>With you? He's the most patient man in the world. He would never pressure you to do anything (NSFW or not. Like saying 'i love you' or moving in together) He would try to never get angry at you. I don't think it's something it would happen. With other people, he can definitely lose his cool. Like Maverick before the two of them were cool, and Hangman's entire existence can definitely put him in a bad mood. He'd try never to take it out on you, but he can't help but snap at you once or twice when this happens. Bradley would always feel so bad after though, and probably buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a teddy bear, and chocolates.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
>He would remember everything. I don't know how the hell he would, but he would remember it all. Anniversaries, your birthday, your favorite color, flowers, and songs- he would commit every last detail to memory.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
>Bringing you to his parent's grave. This is sad but like he definitely would, and when you didn't bat an eye and like talked to their graves (maybe saying something like i love your son and he's the best person, you did good raising him), if he didn't already have a ring to propose with, he'd buy one.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
>Like I said before, this boy is a puppy dog. Now, he trusts you, he knows you are your own person and can handle yourself, but he loves you so much and he is so loyal. So while you can easily tell a guy to 'F-off' (in nicer terms), he will definitely be standing behind you, maybe an arm draped over your shoulders, glaring at whatever poor soul decided to mess with you. You wouldn't need to protect your 6' + aviator boyfriend, but the one time a girl wouldn't leave him alone at the hard deck, you walked over, cupped his face, and placed a fat kiss on his lips, and the girl left him alone. That was his favorite moment of you protecting him.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
>He would go over the moon. This man was raised by his mother, and she raised him right. Everything would be magical, 24/7. Your favorite flowers, your favorite meal, your favorite song, he would do it all. He just loves you so much, and he wants to show you that in every way possible.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
>He's a military man. So he is cleanly, and you don't have to worry about his dirty laundry being everywhere, but he lived sharing bathrooms with other men pretty much his whole career. He would leave the toilet seat up, toothpaste in the sink, and a messy countertop. He'd apologize and try to do better if you pointed it out, but after while it just became habit.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
>He's not concerned. He loves his mustache, and he wouldn't shave it for the world, but he could care less what others think about him, especially based off of his looks. Like he definitely would want to look nice for you, but he wouldn't consider looks his #1 priority.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
>He would miss you, so so so much on missions. Hangman, Payback, and Phoenix would tease the shit out of him for always staring at photos and polaroids of you, and always smiling at his phone whenever he would text you. He would miss holding you at night, waking up to you in his arms, your smile, your laugh, your kisses- yeah this boys whipped. He would miss you so much. Expect zero moments alone whenever he comes back from long deployments.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
>He'd learn your favorite songs on the piano. Then he'd try to teach you piano. And I'm sorry if you're a musician, but you'd be helpless on the piano. He'd try so hard, he'd sit you in his lap, put your hands on his as he played the notes, and you'd just absolutely fail. And that's fine, he just wanted to spend time with you, and try.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)
>He hates people who are cocky, but assholes. Like you could be overly confident, but if you were an asshole at the same time? instant turn off. Like being cocky in a game of pool "I'm gonna beat you, so why even play?" While smiling and handing him a cue stick? he's down. Doing it while narrowing your eyes, frowning and crossing your arms ? yikes.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
>He'd cuddle you. He can barely sleep without cuddling you. Middle of summer? covers off, underwear (maybe off), he's holding you close to him. Winter? Thickest pajamas ever, heater on with multiple blankets? He's still holding you close.
#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster#rooster bradshaw#rooster x reader#rooster bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#top#gun#top gun#maverick#top gun maverick#tg:m
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So... this was my day:
6am: *wakes up and checks twitter/helps kiddo get ready*
7:15am: *gets home from taking kiddo to school* "I'm gonna finish that Drexyl fic today! 😈"
10am: *gets halfway through, takes a nap*
11am: *wakes up and scrolls through twitter while I eat*
"Damn it authortwitter, can we please have ONE month off?"
12pm: *switches to tumblr cause twitter is annoying lately*
12:30pm: *watches a youtube reaction video of Homeward Bound*
1pm: *does a load of laundry*
2pm: *goes with hubs to pick up kiddo from school*
2:15pm: *goes grocery shopping with the fam*
3:45pm: *gets home, puts groceries away and scrolls twitter again*
"Now there's fucking agents acting wild, too? Bro, what happens in this timeline?"
5pm: "Okay, I'm gonna go get dinner, find a youtube video to watch and then finish up with Drexyl after I eat 😈"
7pm: *opens youtube and sees a 6 hour video dissertation about 8Passengers, but it's from Cruel World Happy Mind*
"... I'm sorry Drexyl, but I have to watch this."
youtube
Seriously, such a well put together, factual doc that as always is led with empathy for the victims involved and did not exploit the situation in my opinion. I know six hours is a committment, and it is a committment, I literally just did it 💀 but bro, it gives you a complete break down of a distinct pattern that is an example of the absolutely worst thing that can happen with a family vlog channel. I'm not saying that all family vlog channels are bad, but I think a conversation worth continuing is should influencers that categorize themselves as being a family channel (or insta or whatever) be held to the same standard as kids who work outside the home (like, for example child actors, models, artists hell even little siblings of artists and actors, etc)? Is it exploitation for parents to constantly vlog about their lives and heavily feature their kids?
Last night I watched a different video essay by Shanspeare called Using Kids for Clout: The Downfall of Familt Channels and while none of the others that I've heard of are nearly as horrific as 8P (at least as far as we know) it's still worth asking, where's the limit with these forms of income as far as the kids are concerned and when is it considered labor?
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Both of these are definitely worth a watch. Those two creators are pretty fucking awesome too, you shoukd check out their other content. So... anyway, how was ya'll's day?
#my bad#i thought I could have it done by today to post tonight#i should be able to finish it tomorrow#8 passengers#jodi hildebrandt#ruby franke#holy shit#pretty sure they got the max#consequetive#good#Youtube
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C, D (for any fic that this question jumps out at you), F, G, H, M, N, V, W, X, Y, Z? (Sorry if this is a lot😅)
You are single-handedly giving me an excuse to not clean my counters and fold my laundry. I appreciate you. Gonna throw this behind a tag because it's gonna get long. I am a wordy fucker.
C: What character do you identify with most?
Gotta go with Chrissy. While Eddie's interests and ADHD-coding are definitely things I can relate to, the whole living in an emotionally oppressive household thing is something I know intimately well. And... well, let's just say that when Chrissy has her first vision, and the rattling lock makes her curl up into a ball in the corner and scream for the monster on the other side to go away? Been there.
D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
No playlists, but nearly every fic title I've come up with is from a song title/lyric. For "We Could Be Invisible," the song is "Invisible" by Dio, and that's the song that popped onto the radio to break Chrissy out of Vecna's grasp. I think it's a song both Eddie and Chrissy could really connect to.
F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
I have a very difficult time taking pride in my work, to be honest. Writing is just something I do, and there are so many other incredible writers out there and I'm always comparing myself to them. But one that I kinda sorta like is from Chapter 2 of Invisible:
“Hey, uh, Chrissy?” His voice sounded ridiculously loud in the hush of the boathouse. “Look, um… I know I’m not exactly your first choice party member on this fucked up adventure we’ve found ourselves on. I always kinda thought I’d be like… the Strider of my story. But, um… looks like that’s not the case.”
He paused, wondering what she’d have to say. Part of him hoped that she’d say something to his defense, even if he didn’t deserve it. But she didn’t say anything. Hell, she probably had no clue what the hell he was even talking about.
“Anyway. Just wanted to say that… whatever the hell’s going with you… you’re handling it like a real badass. It takes a lot to carry what you’ve been carrying. I might not be a Strider, but you, Cunningham, are one badass little Frodo.” She didn’t answer. He snickered; yup, he’d definitely lost her there. “Anyway, point being, uh… I’m not going anywhere. You know? I can’t fight what you’re fighting, but I can listen. I’ve got a pretty good ear.”
G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
Start to finish. I can't do it any other way, because generally, when I write, the characters tend to take a scene and twist it into something new that I never intended, which forces me to change things as I go. It makes outlining or writing out of order borderline impossible.
H: How would you describe your style?
I have no idea. I'll be honest: I don't really pay attention to style, when I read or when I write. I just sort of... do it. I know that my prose is pretty basic compared to a lot of the gorgeous stuff out there. Not too heavy on the symbolism and imagery and descriptions and emotions and stuff. Thing happens, character reacts. That seems to be how I do things.
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?
I've got another Kas!Eddie fic sort of percolating at the back of my mind. This one would lean harder into the whole vampire angle, and would take place during a hypothetical season 5. It would have sort of a Beauty and the Beast angle, where someone actually does something with the mob Jason whipped up. It's still in early stages.
I also have a Steddissy/Hellcheerington fic that I'm actively resisting. The premise is, Chrissy breaks up with Jason, which makes things unbearable for her with her mother. To spare her the worst of Laura Cunningham's abuse, someone gets the idea that she should get a fake boyfriend. Eddie offers to step up (out of the goodness of his heart and certainly not because of a longtime crush), but dating someone like him would only make things worse. But if she were to date Steve Harrington, the popular former jock with the good family... Things sort of develop from there, and what starts out as a romantic rivalry becomes a love triangle and eventually develops into a full-blown throuple. Because my girl Chrissy deserves two gorgeous himbos with fantastic hair.
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
All of them. Writing is HARD. I don't wanna WRITE this fic, I wanna read it!
V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
I actually am writing a sequel to another author's fic (with their permission). The fic is called "SnapeChat" by OracleObscured, and it's a Severus Snape/Hermione Granger phone sex oneshot. (Don't @ me about the pairing, I've been stuck on it for like twenty years). The fic is fantastic, but it leaves me desperately wanting more. I'm kinda stuck on it at the moment, but I'd love to get it finished one of these days.
W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?
I don't like prompts. Or rather, my muse doesn't. I find them incredibly difficult to work with. I actually envy the people who can take a prompt and turn it into something amazing.
X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
Any character I like. I saw a post on Tumblr a few weeks back that compared a good character to a glow stick: bend 'em til they crack and watch 'em shine. Then just give 'em a happy ending afterward. That's basically my M.O.
When it comes to characters I hate, I have no urge to make them suffer in my writing. They're beneath my notice, so they get glossed over, if they're mentioned at all.
Y: A character you want to protect.
Same as above. You know that meme, with the guy who shoots someone and then says, "Why would ____ do this?" Yeah, that's me, writing my faves. How dare anyone hurt them? *proceeds to hurt them*
Z: Major character death—do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can't tolerate?
I'm writing ONE Major Character Death fic for the Rumbelle fandom. I really can't say more about it without giving massive spoilers. Suffice to say, that tag (among others) has scared off a lot of potential readers.
MCD definitely does scare me off, to an extent. I can do unhappy endings in books, movies, etc. But when I read fic, I'm looking for a getaway to a world where happy endings are guaranteed. So... I think that tag would keep me from reading something until the work was finished (and even then, I'd skip to the ending to see who it was so I could emotionally prepare).
Thank you for the ask! I suppose I should go do some housework now.
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YEONA HI !! hru doing bff? i hope you’re doing well 💗💗 can’t believe it’s been such a long time since i’ve sent you an ask 😭 i’ve been meaning to send you one for a while ☹️ … i haven’t been up to much recently, i’ve just been feeling pretty tired from studying & i also just realized that i have to go back to school in less than a month 😥😥,, what have you been up to? i hope your research and the paper are also going well !! i’m wishing you the best of luck & i hope your enjoying yourself in the new environment (you mentioned you’re in a diff city, right?) ,, also omg this is so random but i had a question abt your bio (btw the header is so so cute 🫶🫶🫶) !! is it like a song lyric or just a phrase? bc there’s a lot of songs ik with similar lyrics, so i was just wondering (why does this feel like a dumb question 😭😭) help bc i saw your bio and now i have a song (round and round - cannons) with the same lyrics stuck in my head, but i also know that it’s a very common lyric/phrase … sorry i think i’m rambling 🤧 anyways i hope you have the best day/night & ilysm bff <333 make sure to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!!
FAE LOML helloooo !! i'm doing well and don't feel bad about it no worries!! i'm super bad at sending other people asks since i always just overthink and then don't send it so i'm v happy anytime i get an ask from u no matter when or how far apart they are! my research.... i'm ignoring all of my assignments atm but later i'll prob get my reading finished and do some laundry,, but overall it's been a p relaxing day ^^ being in a new area isn't too bad (aside from the fact that 99% of the food here Sucks) and today we went to the nearby shopping thingy and i got some cute jewelry hehe 😋 the song in my bio yes!! it's from round and around by jo yuri which i've been looping nonstop lately (along w rv's in my dreams) and i feel so robbed because it's only like a minute long 😭😭 i hope u have the best day too and that studying goes well for u! remember to take breaks <33 and o god i have to go back to school too 😞 this month has basically been one month of school so idk how i'm gonna manage LMFAO but we will figure it out...!
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Today was nice! In the house, Shay and I are the only ones who work from home, so with her out of town, I had the house to myself today and spent it working from the living room, which actually gets really solid sunlight and feels great. It took me, yes, most of the day to plod through my assignments, but that's mainly because I got back into the Unresolved Mysteries sub and that's always time well spent. I did take a mid-day break from my computer to go to MT (lol), where I learned that my ploy to sing Stereophonic was shot down, which was fair enough, but I am doing Vanilla Ice Cream from She Loves me! So I'm looking forward to that. I also took a body-melting shower and ate really well (latte, chicken noodle soup, and a Territory chicken pastor bowl-- thank you, Zep!). And then I finished my OMITB rewatch and got two episodes into my The Bear rewatch.
Tonight, I went to watch Ellie do burlesque at a dance-plus open mic at a cute little bar downtown! It wasn't a huge crowd, but a really rowdy one, lol. I'm Ellie's only non-dance friend that went, which of course made me terrified that I'm overburdening her and she can't stand my presence ANYWAY.
The open mic was really fun! Ellie crushed it with her dance, as did her friend George who sang a song and has an amazing voice, and was very fun to chatter with. Plus I had two strawberry rum cocktails that were SHOCKINGLY good and packed a wee punch, woohoo. We did stop at McNaldo's on the way home (I know, I know, I am the grossest but I didn't have a full meal) but... idk. I'm in a good spot, I think. It was a good day. I only feel mournful because it's quiet, lonely nighttime. And I'm trying not to look too hard at it.
I have fucked it up and taken two trazodone, btw. I'm trying to ease myself into an earlier sleep schedule which means going to bed like an hour earlier than normal. So wish me luck and all that.
OH, and I did the dishes today! And tomorrow is for more CHORES (laundry and the drugstore and vacuuming the house)! And I have a real friend right down the hall! And I'm gonna be okay, okay, okay. I don't need a family 2022 and earlier back. I'm making a new life all on my own, day by day. Showing myself I can even when I didn't believe it.
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Today has been wild.
Got home from work and my Aunt Darlene is washing laundry. (Not like the laundry has been empty for four days) (( and while it did take like an extra day because nana was asleep on the couch when I got up on Monday at like 3am it still has been empty since like Tuesday night)) but I'm only off Sunday night and Monday. I had planned to do my laundry when I got home so I could enjoy my day tomorrow but whatever. It's nana and pawpaw clothes anyway so whatever. (Nana has shingles and is bad off and pawpaw is having a rough go. She should have been doing it Thursday or Friday tho like come on)
Any who, I decided to shave my head and got a shower. Then I'm sitting in bed and my aunt Christine texts, they were in the area and wanted to come see mom. So they brought KFC and sat for about two hours. In that time DJ decided to be mad at me for not answering her when I didn't really have anything nice to say and started calling me fatty under her breath but not even that quite like dude really. Ew. Called me lazy when I didn't wanna get something off the trash for her when she could have just flatten the box instead. Like lady you're the one making this harder not me. Then slamming stuff around. (she has already broken the trashcan and the toaster. Not today but still. Go away break the six hundred dollar microwave or the hundred dollar coffee maker see where that gets yeah) so nana is trying to tell her something and she can't hear her so I told her what she was saying and then just wanted to get loud and I just let nana handle it. Like yeah you do that because her calling me fatty under her breath is bs. Nana wants to say I have an attitude when I'm feed up with her BS and don't have the energy to put up with it but damn at least I don't break shit I can't pay for. Or start shit I can't finish. Like really come on.
Dealing with this is so stupid sometimes, like smoking in the bathroom, getting literal toothpaste every one. From the tube. Not flushing or washing her hands touching food without washing her hands etc. So nasty. Not actually finishing anything etc. like why. Is this my crucible before I win the lottery and get out. I don't know what she is gonna do when nana and pawpaw pass Cause no one is gonna take care of her. No one.
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Good Afternoon My Beautiful Starlings!!
Must I say... I am pretty stinkin' proud of myself today... I have..
1) Took a shower
2) Made my bed
3) Started and finished laundry
4) Vacuumed the house
5) Cleaned the communial bathroom
6) Took a shower
Someone with mental disabilities it is somedays hard to get out of bed... Much less do any activity when depression hits... I had a good day so far... And so proud I pushed through even when all I wanted to do is just go hang out in my room... Whoooo hoooo!!! A good way to start off the week.. Next.. is to actually take the clothes OUT of the dryer... And then fold and put away... Oooo!!!! And my newest sweatshirt is clean for bedtime tonight... I am so stoked, I think I am going to take a break from the laundry, and find a snack, and then finish it up... Bruddah wants to get food later... Whoop whoop... So we see on that... If not.. I'll find something good to make for dinner for myself, what that may be?... I'm not sure yet... Lol
Anyways , I'm starving, so gonna find a snack.. hope everyone's Sunday is going well!!
#mental heath support#mental check#mental disorder#happy sunday#mental health#mental positivity#mental illness recovery#tw depressing stuff#being bipolar
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'𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑' 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
i received a lovely request an unspecified but long amount of time ago, asking for memes surrounding the theme of crying! i hope that, should the delightful nonnie find this list, they meet their expectations! as always, sender is the sender of the meme, receiver is the one receiving the meme! bon appetit!
LAST UPDATED: 07/09/22 (September 7th)
dialogue prompts.
" you know, they say that crying has all these health benefits. "
" oh, sweetie/buddy... what happened? did someone say something to you? "
" are... are these good tears? or bad tears? "
" chopping onions, huh? yeah... i've heard that matchsticks can make you cry a little less, you know. "
" you never need to apologize to me. ever. and certainly not for crying... "
" there you are! i was... hey... what's the matter? have you been crying? "
" you've got a little mascara stain... you wanna talk about it? "
" oh, love... i wish i knew what was hurting you so badly. i wish i could take away all that pain from you... "
" you don't have to be so... stoic, all the time. crying isn't a sign of weakness, you know. "
" you heartless ass! you won't even shed a tear now?! "
" tears? seriously? how pathetic... "
" you can't just keep it all bottled up, you know? you gotta let it all out of you, otherwise you'll just explode. "
" it's okay... you go on ahead and cry. i've got you... "
" hey, uh... come on now, huh? don't cry. it'll be okay. "
" why are you crying? "
" it's okay. i've been meaning to wash this sweater, anyway, so go ahead. maybe you might squeeze out a couple tears of laundry detergent, while you're at it? "
" i told you. this could only ever end up in tears. "
" sorry. i... i never know what to do when people start crying. "
" you look like you could use a hug and a box of kleenex... "
" you don't have to be so strong all the time. i can be strong for the both of us, if you'd let me... "
" you know, i don't think i've ever seen you cry... "
" some people just don't cry that much. it's not a big deal. "
" oh, love/buddy/kiddo, it's okay... it's okay, you go ahead and cry. let it all out... i'm gonna be right here when you've finished. "
" i... i don't know why i'm crying... "
" no, no, i'm okay!! i'm better than okay! these are happy tears! "
" i'm just... having the worst day. ever. "
" i'm just so tired of pretending everything's fine! "
" god, i'm sorry... i'm sure you didn't mean a shoulder to literally cry on, right? "
" i'm sorry... i'm getting your sweater all wet. "
" of course i'm crying! i thought i'd lost you! "
" you... you won't tell anyone, will you? about me crying? "
" i, um... i didn't know where else to go... "
" thank you for listening to me. and for the tissues. and the tea... "
" god, this is so embarrassing! i hardly ever cry... "
action prompts.
[ ANGER ] - sender begins to cry out of sheer frustration and anger.
[ JOY ] - sender begins to cry out of feelings of joy and happiness.
[ BREAK ] - having bottled up their emotions for a long time, sender finally breaks down into tears.
[ GRIEF ] - sender, having recently lost a loved one, begins to cry for their loss.
[ SORROW ] - sender begins to cry out of sadness.
[ DESPAIR ] - sender begins to cry out of despair.
[ CALL ] - sender calls the receiver (in tears) to ask them to collect the sender from a location.
[ TEA ] - after receiver has begun to calm down after crying, sender brings them a cup of tea.
[ TISSUE ] - sender offers a crying receiver a tissue to wipe their tears.
[ BRUSH ] - sender, having found the receiver in tears, gently cups their face and brushes their tears away with their thumbs.
[ SPOON ] - as the receiver cries in their bed, sender climbs into the bed beside them, becoming a big spoon to the receiver's little spoon in the process.
[ HOLD ] - as the receiver begins to cry, sender wraps their arms around them, and just holds them as they cry.
[ RUB ] - sender rubs receiver's back soothingly as they cry.
[ ROCK ] - sender holds the crying receiver, and gently rocks them from side to side in a calming motion as they weep.
[ COLLAPSE ] - sender, having received sudden and terrible news, falls to their knees and collapses to the ground as they cry.
[ CRADLE ] - holding the receiver protectively in their arms, sender cradles the receiver as they cry.
[ HUM ] - sender hums a song gently as the receiver begins to calm down after crying.
[ DRAPE ] - as the receiver begins to drift off to sleep after crying, sender gently drapes a blanket over them.
[ STAY ] - as the receiver begins to fall asleep after crying, the sender stays by their bedside, promising to be there when they wake up.
[ HAND ] - sender, witnessing the receiver about to cry, or already crying, extends a hand to them for them to hold onto.
[ BURY ] - sender guides the crying receiver into a protective embrace, cupping the back of their head and guiding it towards their chest to give them some privacy to cry in peace.
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All yours (Jadon Sancho)
You've been studying all week, and Jadon just wants to be with you for a little while.
It's been six days since you started working on your assignment, yet you feel like you've barely gotten anything done, even though you've been working from sunset to the middle of the night, completely unaware of anything around you. You don't even notice Jadon's gotten home from training until he wraps his arms around your shoulders, leaning over your desk chair to bury his face in your neck. His slightly damp hair tickles your jawline and cheek, and the soft smell of his body wash and freshly washed laundry fills your nostrils, making you relax for the first time that day - week, even. For just a moment, you close your eyes, basking in the warmth of your boyfriend's body.
"You're still working on this?" he asks, worried about the amount of time you've been spending in the bright blue light of your laptop these days, but he knows you have a deadline to reach, so all he can do is make sure you're eating and carry you to the bathroom every now and then to freshen up. "Love, you've gotta take a break sometimes."
You sigh, knowing he's right, but you just can't find the courage to close your laptop for a while, too stressed out to relax. "I know," you mumble, eyes still fixated on the document in front of you. Your cursor is blinking, and it feels like it's mocking you, asking you why on earth it's taking you so long to finish a sentence, "just let me finish up this page first, okay?"
"Okay, but just one page," he agrees, putting an emphasis on the 'one'. "Because I know you, one turns into two and then two turns into five and eventually you'll have written an entire book before you take a break. So I'm just going to stay right here and make sure you only do this page, if you don't mind."
"Well, I do."
"Then that's too bad." Jadon shrugs and rolls your chair a bit further away from your desk before walking around it and plopping down on your lap. "What?" he asks, raising his eyebrow as you look down at him, and makes himself comfortable against your chest. "I'm not going to lean over that chair for half an hour, my back's already killing me from spending the whole afternoon in the gym."
Maybe it's because you're longing to just spend the evening with your boyfriend for the first time in a week, or perhaps it's because your stomach's begging you for some food, but you manage to finish writing a page sooner than you'd thought you would, and your jaw finally unclenches when you click the save button one more time before closing your laptop.
When you look down, you see Jadon's face squished against your shoulder, eyes closed and a content smile on his lips. The knowledge that he feels so comfortable around you has your heart swelling with love, the feeling almost overwhelming you with how strong it is. Your legs are hurting a little bit from sitting all day and carrying his weight, but instead of getting him to move you wrap your arms around him, one hand running up and down his back while the other finds its way to his hair, massaging his scalp and playing with his curls. Sometimes, at moments like these, you wonder why you spend hours stressing out over assignments and exams when you could be doing this instead.
"I made us dinner, by the way." Jadon's voice startles you, pulls you out of your thoughts. He grins up at you lazily, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a sweater-covered fist.
"Are you gonna get off of me so we can eat it before it's cold?"
He shakes his head, buries his face in the crook of your neck and presses a few kisses there before he answers. "Just give me another minute, please, we can always put it in the microwave." His eyelashes tickle your skin as he blinks, every little touch making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. "It's probably already cold anyways, and I missed you."
"I missed you too," you smile, your heart impossibly full of love right now. "Just a couple more days and I promise I'm all yours again."
"I'm holding you to that."
#absolutely apalled at the fact my lap's empty rn#jadon sancho#jadon sancho imagines#jadon sancho blurb#jadon sancho blurbs#footballer imagines#jadon sancho imagine#jadon sancho x reader
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So This Is Love: Part 7
Fandom: Marvel (College AU)
Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader
Summary: Your friend and roommate, Bucky, is a bit of an annoying fuckboy. He sleeps around as well as tries to be as annoying to you as possible. But here’s the thing: you don’t mind any of it.
Warning: tinge of angst - insecurities, overthinking
A/N: shoutout to@solarsystembitch for the wonderful idea. Also.. NO TAGLIST WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR THIS SERIES.
Series Masterlist
When Bucky comes home from work, you're in the living room folding laundry. He walks over to you, kissing your cheek, "Hey, Peaches."
Eyes not looking up from the shirt you were folding you responded, "Hey, Buck. How was work?"
"Nothin' exciting," he answers.
You glance up, "Oh re-OH MY GOD!" you drop the shirt you just folded and held Bucky's face in your hands, "YOU CUT YOUR HAIR!" you ran your fingers through it, then retracted them, "Wait, DID YOU CUT YOUR HAIR BECAUSE OF WHAT I SAID THAT ONE DAY?!"
Bucky took your hands in his and snickered at look on your face, "Baby, no. Well, not entirely. I was thinking of cutting if before you even mentioned it and then you suggested it, so it finalized my decision."
"Oh," you murmured, running your hand through it again, "Weird. I don't think I ever saw you with your hair this short. When we met, you were just starting to grow it out and you pretty much kept it long after that."
"Yeah, my head feels a little lighter now too," he chuckles and plops onto the couch. He pulled you down with him, having you land onto his lap and he hugs you from behind.
"Buck, no, I gotta finish folding the laundry."
"Take a break, Peaches," he mumbles into your shoulder, "I wanna hold my girl."
You scoff, "I'm not your girl, Buck."
"You will be."
"So sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"I'm irresistible, Peaches."
"No, you're annoying is what you are."
He hums, "Maybe...but you love me anyway."
"Hm...I think I'm getting there," you mumble back.
Hearing your words, Bucky's hold on your tightens and he hides his smile as he continues to nuzzle his face into your shoulder.
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Because you've been working so hard lately, Bucky decided to take you out to a bar where you could let loose and dance.
While you sat at a table, he was at the bar counter getting your drinks. You were scrolling through your phone for a little bit as you waited for him to come back. After about ten minutes, you looked back at the counter to see Bucky talking to a beautiful woman. She was clearly giving Bucky bedroom eyes. You watched as he smirked and licked his lips, speaking to the woman. The sight made your chest hurt, so you looked away. You couldn't stop your mind from spiraling after that.
Too lost in your head, you didn't know that Bucky had come back. He called out your name, but you didn't respond. So he reached out, tilted your chin up so you could look at him. Seeing the sadness in your eyes, he was immediately filled with worry, "Peaches, what's wrong? What happened?"
You gulped and asked, "Are you sure you want to be with me?"
Bucky let go of your chin and sat back, "What?" his brows furrowed in confusion, "Where's this coming from?"
"That woman you were talking to at the bar. She looks like she could give you a better time than I could. She looks more fun."
He sighed and shook his head, "I always have a much better time when I'm with you, Peaches. That is a straight up, genuine fact."
You hum and look down, smiling a little as your cheeks heat up and the sight makes Bucky chuckle, "My charm actually workin' on ya now, sweetheart?" You don't reply, so Bucky grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it, "I'm always gonna pick you, Peaches, for as long as you'll have me. You've proven to me that no one else knows me better than you. I don't see a future without you in it. You're it for me, honey."
You nod and slick your hair back with your hands, letting out a big sigh, "Fuck, I'm sorry I'm such a downer."
Bucky shakes his head, "Don't be sorry, Peaches. It's important to communicate with each other, let each other know where our heads are at. But I do have a question for ya."
"What?"
He leans back and smirks, "Were you jealous?"
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, "No."
Bucky laughs and leans back in, pointing at you, "Admit it, Peaches, you were jealous!"
You try to swat his hand away, but he catches it, "Bucky, let go."
"No."
"Bucky."
"Peaches."
You huffed, "You're seriously so annoying."
"And I'm also seriously in love with you," he states simply before setting your drink in front of you, "Now drink up. I wanna head to the dancefloor and show everyone who has my heart."
You sigh as you begin to sip your drink, avoiding Bucky's loving gaze.
#chubby!bucky#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes imagine#marvel#au#college au#marvel au#fem!reader#female!reader
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She was his best friend and they shared everything together already anyway. What difference would it make if it were a hat, shampoo, or the same bed sometimes? So what? That's what the Uni Daze were about, having fun, traditions, getting serious, new relationships, friendships, heart ache, break-ups, make ups, secrets, the occasional/casual bajingo here and there, and possibly, just maybe, finding the love of your life and hoping that it all works out.
Warnings: smut, slow burn, angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of verbal abuse
Harry Styles x OC (Face claim Zendaya)
Uni Daze Masterlist
Chapter 1 (Word Count 4k)
Harry
Water droplets cascaded down my neck before I grabbed a towel to throw over my head. That shower was definitely needed. My muscles would be sore from my workout this morning, but I enjoy the ache. As I headed towards my room to put on clothes I noticed that my roommates door was still closed and for Michelle this can only mean one thing.
I pulled up my trousers and pulled my t-shirt over my head before layering it with a plaid button up. If she doesn't wake up soon, I'll be forced to take measures into my own hands. I walked halfway down the hall and then stopped to pick up the beanie that I let Michelle borrow last night. The hat was carelessly tossed on the floor along with a t-shirt of hers and a pink-ish orange lace bra. This was just one of the many downsides of living with a woman. Even if she is your best mate, finding the occasional bras and panties mixed into your clothes on laundry day can put a damper on your chances of trying and talk to a girl if you don’t have a washer and drier in house, and lets not even mention those four to five days out of the month when a tampon box is left on the bathroom sink and you have to explain that to a date. Not thinking, I picked all of the items up before I dropped the shirt and bra on the ground, feeling somewhat awkward touching something that was so close in contact with Michelle's...intimate bits.
"Michelle?!" No answer…
"Mitchell?! Wake up you're gonna be late for our first class!”
I laughed to myself at her lack of response before I sauntered back down the hall to my room grabbing the Ultimate Alarm; a fog horn that Michelle, the lads, and I nabbed from a school footie game. We each have one and have all have organized to use it with each other when the drink has made us more sluggish than functional.
Not much has changed since the first day I met Michelle. She's the only one here that I've met who seems to have stayed the same throughout all the three years of university that I've known her....That can be looked at as both a good and a bad thing.
Shaking the foghorn with devilish delight and biting my cheeks so that I wouldn't blow my cover, my feet stopped in front of her door once again. I cracked the entrance slightly sticking my arm in the room and turning my head away to shield my ears as much as possible from the noise. As soon as I pressed the button to sound it off, I heard a loud thudding sound followed by cursing. If she wasn't up before, she's up now.
"WHAT THE FUCK, HAZLAND?!”
I ran back to my room to put the horn down and grab my bag. This is the first year that I haven't strained my back to pick it up. Fouth year with a lighter load but more studying than I did in all the other three years combined seems pretty backwards to me, but I won't complain.
"What time is it?”
"Half- Oh-“
Michelle emerged from her room looking worse for wear. Her hair was in a nest atop her head and she only wore a long sleeved burgundy t-shirt and a black pair of boy short knickers on her lithe, lanky frame. I swallowed deeply and turned my head away not expecting her to be so scantily clad. The colors contrasted with her warm honey/caramel skin tone and it was only then that I took in how much of her skin was actually showing. I've seen her naked before but it was an accident and brief. Very brief. I only saw her outlines really, nothing of real importance... not that I was trying to look or anything.
"Half past eight. Go put on trousers! I don't want to see your bajingo!”
Michelle primped her dry lips at me prior to moistening them with a swipe of her tongue, making sure to flip her middle finger up in my direction before she disappeared back into her room.
"Everyone wants to see my bajingo Harry and that's plenty of time for me to get ready. You didn't have to use the Ultimate Alarm. It's not like I was in a drug induced coma!”
"I called you twice but you didn't answer. I thought that-“
I trailed off my words as a gorgeous blonde walked out of Michelle's room. Her hair was tussled and she was scrambling to adjust her skirt as Michelle looked at me with a tightlipped grin, feeling out the room.Michelle walked her secret house guest to the door and gave her a lingering kiss that caused the girl to stand on tip toe before awkwardly waving a goodbye to her and shutting the door. I was left stunned.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor Styles!”
"That- that was a girl.”
“Yes."
"She was your friend?”
“No."
Michelle walked into the kitchen grabbing an orange juice carton out of the refrigerator. She took a sip straight from the jug causing me to grimace before she rolled her eyes at me and grabbed a red solo cup. I was only momentarily distracted before I continued on my previous trail of thought.
"But, you were...and she…"
"Yes Harry, spit it out come on. You're almost there. I know it. I can feel it”
"She was putting her clothes back on.”
Michelle nodded her head in agreement as she continued to guzzle the rest of our citrusy, pulp free juice. After she finished it, she tossed the empty plastic to me and then walked out of the kitchen. I was right by the bin but set the cup on the countertop as my brain continued to navigate through what I think I want to ask.
"You didn't have on many clothes…"
"No, Harry. Neither of us did last night.”
Michelle folded her arms while squinting at me. The hint she's dropped allows what comes out of my mouth next to be uninhibited and honestly sound a bit too over zealous about the idea.
"You had sex with her?”
Michelle nodded her head up and down grinning slightly. Almost a smug look on her face I would say. She hadn't been in a relationship in a while. The last one I remember was when she was with my best mate Louis. It's how I met her as a matter of fact. Michelle and Louis are virtually the same person. It's freaky sometimes. She could be a reincarnate of him as a girl. They were inseparable, but when it ended it ended badly. I'm still not clear on the reason why. Neither of them will talk about it, but I managed to stay neutral in the whole situation and still be able to carry on a friendship with both of them. I'm still good friends with Lou, but he doesn't come around as much since I moved in with Michelle. Me and her got on so well while her and Louis dated it was hard not to become friends with her as well. Louis moved on and moved in with his bird earlier this year and I haven't really seen Michelle with anyone...Until now.
"So-so, you're a lesbian then?”
"Yes Harry. I've 'switched teams' as they say.”
"Since when?” I was just so shocked.
"Since over the summer...Does it bother you?” Michelle looked down at the ground and scratched the back of her neck as if she were bracing herself if I said it did and to be honest I was slightly offended that she’d think that way of me.
“No… No, I just never saw you with anyone over the summer.”
I could hear a sigh of relief escape Michelle’s lips as she turned to leave the front door.
I could have sworn she only hung out with me and the lads when Louis wasn't around. She hung out with us so much and we'd gotten so comfortable around her that we actually started counting her as one of the guys and calling her 'Mitch' or 'Mitchell' instead of Michelle. She always pretends to get cross with us when we called her that, but she can never keep a straight face long enough for us to believe that she doesn't like it.
"That doesn't mean I wasn't with anyone Harrow." Michelle winked at me and went back into her room coming out ten minutes later in joggers, a t-shirt, and Nike trainers with no backpack, one pencil, and a pen. Very prepared.
"Told you thirty minutes was more than enough time. Come now, Hazland.”
"...That's what she said." I smiled proudly at my own joke while Michelle gave me an unwavering a stale face.
"If I can say anything about growth in these last 4 years of our friendship it would be that you have made the least of it. You are the worst.”
“The pot shouldn’t call the kettle names. I thought it was funny." I grinned at her irritation grabbing all of my things in preparation to start the final year.
"Of course you did. Usually when you think it's funny that means it's not.”
Michelle exited out leaving me to lock the door to our new off campus apartment but I wanted to know more.
I followed behind her and asked her all types of questions. You can't just spring on people that you've switched sides and not expect them to want to know all of the details. In all honesty it wasn't a big deal as long as she was happy. Perhaps I was just being nosy, but after usually seeing her with mainly men my underlying question to her was probably, "Why?"
"I wasn't having that much luck with guys, Haz. One night I went out for a drink and a girl approached me so I figured, why the hell not? What could it hurt, really? Nothing. I went for it, and I enjoyed myself.”
She didn't have a great track record with guys after her split with Lou. She was so unhappy at one point, but then again when you bring home assholes and expect them to turn into stand up gents tears are to be expected. They always looked like gutter grunge to me but at the moment that seemed to be her type, so I didn't say anything. I've actually spent a lot of nights with Michelle rubbing her back as she cried against my shoulder and handing her the odd Kleenex to substitute for my shirt. Now that I think about it, last summer I really didn't see her with any guys. I guess when I saw her with girls I always assumed they were just her friends.
"So...What's it like?”
"What's what like?”
"You know the, um, the switch...What's it like?" Michelle threw her head back and laughed as we reached the main building for our senior seminar class.
"You mean what's it like going from cock to fanny? Is that what you're asking me?" I raised my eyebrows at her bluntness and I could feel heat rise in my cheeks. There's no beating about the bush with Michelle, not anymore anyway.
"Pretty much, yeah. That's what I'm asking. I’m just being nosy. If it’s too much you don’t have to-“
"Honestly," Michelle shifted her eyes back and forth as if she was going to tell me the secret to life in her next sentence, "It's so much better. Guys have no clue what they're doing down there. It's so refreshing to have someone know exactly what it is that I want, when I want it, and how I want it without explaining myself like I'm a bloody rubix cube. Did you know that there are three holes down there?” She asked me sarcastically as if we weren’t both on track for Med school.
"I resent that! And no…no I didn't know that.” I replied to sarcasm with sarcasm, grinning to myself much like the purple devil emoji. I surely did know all the holes.
"Why is that, Hazland? The resentment issue?”
We took our seats in the half full lecture room at the back of the class as we normally do. Michelle, myself and the rest of the gang have started many an early weekend by sitting in the back of the class, signing the attendance sheet and then leaving when the professors back was turned. I don't think I'll do that this year though. I have too many important tests to take if I want to be a doctor. I mean to pass the UKCAT exam the first time.
"Because I'm not half bad at it. At least I don't think I am... Never got a complaint before and I don't intend to.”
Michelle laughed loudly as the professor walked in, drawing attention our way. I smiled and waved at the onlookers before Michelle chuckled again grabbing my hand to stop me as the professor started to speak.
"Just because you never got a complaint doesn't mean that it wasn't said, Harrow. Nine times out of ten, if you don’t hear a complaint it’s because she cares more about your ego than her orgasm...It’s a shame really.”
I primped my lips at her and we continued to whisper to each other back and forth while we took notes on what the professor wrote on the whiteboard during the lecture. There would be two major papers in this class. Thankfully for the twenty page essay that we'll be assigned to do later on in the quarter we can have a partner. Michelle quickly leaned her head on my shoulder choosing me to work with when the paper isn't even due until the last week of class. I of course accepted her. Not only is she my friend but she's one of those annoyingly clever people. I've honestly never seen Michelle open or purchase one required textbook in all of our three years knowing each other in our university careers, but every time marks are posted her marks are always first class honors.
By the end of class, I ended up giving Michelle a hefty amount of paper for notes in seminar and for the other classes she had throughout the rest of the day. It baffles me as to how she's this born genius, but the most unorganized person that I know at the same time. Her only response to my annoyance was, "At least I have writing utensils.”
"Was that girl this morning your girlfriend?”
"No. I'm an admitting fuckgirl. What’s the saying? If you can’t beat them join them. I refuse to be part of the played group any more. It's our last year after all. I figure it's time to up the ante. Let monogamy go.”
I laughed and shook my head before another question came up. It was always something I wanted to know about lesbians but was too embarrassed to ask. It's not like I have many lesbian friends who I could turn to and get the information that most want to know. I'm never that embarrassed around Michelle though.
"So, erm, um...who's more dominant, when you're...You know?”
Michelle rolled her eyes at the question and I began to feel like an ass.
"When we're scissoring?" She spoke loudly making my thought about embarrassment wrong.
“Chelle!"
Michelle snickered knowing that she's put a vivid image in my head of her and the mystery blonde. I shake the thought before I get too carried away. I'm not supposed to get aroused with the thought of my best friend and another girl.
"Whoever feels like it whenever they feel like it? It was always a competition with men isn't it?”
“I don’t think it’s so much a competition as it is that some women don't like being on top?” I spoke presenting the idea causing her to pop her lips in disagreement.
“It’s never asked though is it? Sounds like male assumption to me. When I'm with a girl it's just flat out pleasurable for the pair of us. It's not about dominance, Harry. It's about getting off. Scissoring isn't a thing though, by the by.”
I nodded my head up and down still in awe that she of all people had taken a liking to someone who has the same bits as she does. It didnt' bother me like she thought it did earlier and I hope I didn't give her that impression by my line of questioning. Honestly these were just things I always wanted to know. I'm actually more hurt that scissoring apparently isn't a thing...They make it look so pleasurable in porn...I've been bamboozled.
"That's enough questions about me for now. What's happened to you?”
"What do you mean?"
"Harry full offense, but you were a slut when I first met you. You've since depleted in your numbers dramatically, except I'm sure the use of your hand. There were tissues in your bin the other night when I was cleaning the apartment and you don't have a cold…"
"I have h-hay fever Michelle! Allergies kick up at random times... Don't clean my room, I'll do it! It's personal in there. I knew I couldn't find any of my shit for a reason. And hang on-" I knotted my eyebrows playfully at her earlier slut comment.
I admit that I got around, but I moved very slowly. I've only ever had sex with seven or maybe nine girls in my twenty-one years give or take. I don't really keep count. It's not like they were souvenirs or notches on my belt for me to keep track of. All of them were an experience and I'm pretty sure I could name them all if I had to.
The first time happened my last year in 6th form or high school you could say and I didn't even know Michelle then. I got teased for that a bit, but I wasn't in a rush. The maybe other seven or eight happened here at uni but it wasn't as frequent as Michelle makes it out to be. The first two were in my first year when I met Michelle, one of them ended up being my girlfriend over a span of Five months. After that, I only was only ever active with a few more spaced out over the course of two and a half years, and they were regulars. That's not that bad when you think about it, especially for a guy my age at university.
"You were Haz! You had a new girl every weekend.”
"I did not! They were the same few people. They just kind of, alternated? You just never paid them any attention so you thought they were different every time. You're giving me more credit than I deserve."
Michelle rolled her eyes and continued to tease me.
"Whatever. What's happened then?”
"I don't know what you mean. I got invested in my studies. I have to take the UKCAT this year.”
"When is the last time you fun bit wrestled, willy waggled, played 'hide the helmet', rolled in the hay as they say?" I scrunched my nose and then thought about it and then got frustrated that I had to actually think about it.
“Yet I’m the worst? Who’s this they you speak of?" I asked her, squinting my eyes and tilting my head to the side.
"Everyone says those things when talking about sex. The more mature ones do anyway. Stop dilly dallying and answer the question. When is the last time you put your 'p' in a ‘v'?"
"S-spring? Early spring? Early Spring terms I guess…"
I could feel my cheeks turn red as I answered her question and Michelle bit her cheeks as an odd snorting noise left her nose while she tried to hold in her laughter. It's not that funny.
"You haven't fucked since the spring?" I laughed more at myself than at the shocked look on her face and shook my head no.
"No, not actual Spring. Early spring terms, so February...My birthday.”
"Harry, we're at the end of August here! You might as well count yourself as celibate. Not that I can blame the girls for dodging you. You still call a vagina a bajingo.”
I chuckled before I spoke, "The word vagina is honestly just as bad as bajingo. And this is coming from someone who has over a hundred words and phrases for sex.”
"A hundred and counting, Harrow.”
I shrugged my shoulders and tried to make the red in my cheeks less noticeable by rubbing my hand over my face. Spring term is when I decided to get more focused. I threw myself into clubs and my books to try to get more into school and buckle down. I'm even president of our graduating class now, prepared to serve on the Alumni council after graduation and I for one am proud of myself for getting this far. The greater half of my first three years here at university was spent at frat parties and in my bed sleeping class time away. I barely know how I made it through this far with decent grades, but I'm grateful that I did. Failure isn't an option.
Michelle stood on tip toe, leaning her head on my shoulder all the while soothingly rubbing my back. When I turned my head to face her, she batted her long lashes at me and made her big brown eyes look like one of those odd cartoon characters whose eyes cover more than half of their face.
"It's okay, Harry.”
"What is?”
"That you haven't gotten any pussy in over six months." Michelle has officially taken a back seat and let Mitchell take the wheel. This is how she got the nickname in the first place.
"Sod off Mitch! It's not like it's a bad thing-“
"Like shit it isn’t."
"I'm busy anyway.”
"With your hand and those bin tissues." I nudged Michelle off my shoulder feigning to be fed up with her masturbation jokes.
"Well if you weren't in my room you wouldn't have seen them! Gosh, you do something one time and then that's what people automatically associate you with!”
Michelle lets out another awkward snort that causes both of us to laugh out loud as we walk through the halls preparing to go our separate ways for the rest of the day.
"That was actually kind of funny Harry. Your jokes are getting a bit better.”
"Yeah, I know. They're funny when they're at my expense.”
"Aw, Hazland. You poor, poor serial masturbator. I'll see you later, yeah?”
"Yeah," I grinned at her before I turned to leave.
"Wait, how much later?” Michelle walked back towards me with one eyebrow raised to the sky as I tried to quickly map out my schedule for the day in my head before spitting it out to her.
"Uh, I get done with classes at half five, then I have a class meeting at six, and then I work at the first year halls front desk from seven to eleven thirty tonight. So I'll probably get home around midnight."
I contently sighed and grinned at Michelle as a look of pure horror took place of her once relaxed features. Her eyes seemed to widen larger after every additional activity that I listed, but I truly enjoyed remaining busy. Michelle's face remained contorted with displeasure before she spoke.
"So you're still coming to the pub later with the lads right?”
"Uh-oh. Chelle I don't know. I kind of forgot all about that. I don't think I will though, it's Monday and-“
"Ah, ah, ah, I'm not taking no as an answer. You promised and it's welcome week anyway. The pub is gonna be live! Just swing by and have one drink.”
“Nahhh I think I’m gonna-”
"One drink.”
“Sit this one out.”
"One drink, Harrow. One. Come on its tradition. You can't just bum out on tradition. This is our last year." She held up her tiny pointer finger to emphasize her point before she spoke again, this time in a small whisper, “One."
“No."
“Please?"
“No."
“Please?” Her lips pouted and her eyes turned sad trying her hand at manipulation.
"No, Chelle. No. Stop looking at me that way...Oh! Gah! Fine. I'll head to the pub when I get off work. One drink. One.”
Michelle bounced on her feet and clapped her hands in excitement making me shake my head before I turned to leave. Before I could make a real step Michelle called my name again.
"Hey, do you think I could borrow a pen? I seemed to have dropped mine."
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Wide Awake-Dream Was Taken
A/N: Here’s Pt. 2 bitches. I hope you all enjoy ! Also, please go support and follow @notphilosopherstudentblog because she helped me out with this because she’s so intelligent. <3
Btw Title is based off Katy Perry’s song Wide Awake
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 3.5k+
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It was early. Too early for Y/n to be crying. But her she was, sitting in bed, clinging to one of Clay's old shirts. In the past, it was normal for her to steal a couple of his belongings. It was typical of Y/n to invite herself into his closet, taking whatever she wanted to wear, whenever she wanted. But now it just felt wrong.
There were only a few items left Y/n had that were his. She never washed this shirt, she had only worn it once. She could still remember the day she stole it.
"Y/n, you've got to be kidding," Clay turned in his desk chair. She had just walked out of his closet wearing an oversized grey t-shirt. "You're seriously going to leave me with five pieces of clothing."
She shot him a playful look, taking a moment to admire herself in the nearest mirror. "I'm sorry Mr. 15 million subscribers. You can always buy more clothes with all that money."
"Fine... it looks better on you anyway."
She had spent the rest of the day in his shirt. And by the end of the day, the scent of his laundry detergent was strong. For an odd reason, the t-shirt had spent weeks in the back of Y/n's closet, untouched. At least, until this morning.
All night she was toss and turning. It seemed impossible for her to get a moment of sleep, her mind had been racing. The only reason she wasn't able to sleep was because of one person; Clay. Their fight had played over and over again in her mind.
'But Y/n, I really do love you.'
There were so many different ways the night could've ended. But it was her fault it ended how it did. If only she hadn't asked for him to step out of the stupid restaurant with her. She didn't need to make a scene, but she still did. This was all her fault.
The sound of her phone buzzing had pulled Y/n away from the piece of fabric in her hands. Looking down at her nightstand, she glanced at the electronic. Wilbur was calling. With a sigh, hesitantly she reached for the phone.
"Hey, Y/n."
"Morning, Wilbur."
The brunette bit his lip at the sound of her voice. He could tell she had a rough night. "Are you doing alright?"
"I'm..." she paused, looking down at the shirt in her lap. "Yeah, I'm doing better."
"That's good to hear," For some odd reason, he was pacing. It wasn't normal for him to pace back and forth. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a set of brown pants with a creme button-up shirt. A pair of glasses rested on his face as he spoke. "George and I were hoping to go get some breakfast. Do you think you could show us somewhere good?"
"Yeah, I'm up for breakfast. What about Nick and Clay?" If Clay was coming, she didn't know what she'd do. There would be tension, but maybe she could find a way to patch everything up between them.
"Nick's going over to Clay's. They wanna have a bit of time together."
"Oh, okay... when do you guys wanna meet up?"
"Maybe 30 minutes to an hour?"
"An hour it is."
Before preparing to go out, Y/n had texted Wilbur a location point to meet up. It was a nice restaurant located in town, it had always been one of her favorite places to eat. George and Wilbur had gotten a table outside, it was nice out for a day in Flordia.
"Do you think she's gonna do it?"
Wilbur glanced across the table to George, "Honestly, probably not." He let out a sigh, " hope she agrees. I really do. But it's gonna be hard for her to let go. I just think it'd be better if they got some time away from each other."
"You're right. As good of friends they are, they need a break from each other." They both knew it wasn't a good idea for Y/n to stay in Flordia at the moment, she needed a moment away from Clay. So Wilbur had come up with an idea to get Y/n to take a break.
"What do you think of Elise?" Changing the subject, George leaned back in his chair. It was rare for Clay's girlfriend to come up in conversation. She seemed like such a touchy subject in the group. She was definitely a sweetheart, but it seemed like she appeared out of nowhere.
The group had been planning future Dream SMP roleplay on a Discord call. It had been so brief when Clay mentioned her. 'Hey guys, I just wanted to mention I started dating somebody.' It was smart of George to hold his tongue because of what else Clay had to say. 'Her name is Elise and she's 19.'
Most of the group had expected Clay and Y/n to end up together. They were best friends who lived in the same town. There was constant flirting going on between them. And not to mention Y/n had always been there to support Clay through the bad and good.
"Hey, guys!"
Both of the British men were pulled out of their thoughts by the sound of her voice. Y/n was quick to take a seat by Wilbur. "Have we ordered yet?"
"No actually, we've been waiting for you." George fixed his posture, his classic grin appeared on his face. "Got any recommendations for drinks?"
"My go-to has to be a mimosa and the eggs benedict."
The knock came as a surprise, but there were a lot of surprises happening this morning. Clay had woken up earlier than usual. Naturally, he'd get up around 9 or 10, but today he woke at 7. He couldn't go to bed for a few more hours, his mind wouldn't quit racing with thoughts. He had ended up skipping breakfast, he wasn't hungry today. It was normal for him to eat something, he always woke up starved. The early knock was the cherry on top of the cake of the surprises happening today.
"Hey Nick, what are you doing here?" Clay glanced behind his friend, looking for any sign of the rest of his friends. Originally, they had planned to meet up later that afternoon at his place. "I thought you were coming by at noon?"
Nick stood on the porch, burying his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was early in the morning, yet it was already warm outside. "Yeah, sorry I didn't ask if I could come by earlier. I just wanted some time alone with you."
"Cool, make yourself at home," Stepping aside, the blonde opened the door a bit wider for his friend. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I was planning to clean up before you guys showed up."
The pair had made their way to Clay's living room. It was nice, but still a bit messy just as he said. As the blonde began to pick up after himself, the pair had a bit of small banter.
"Is Elise gonna come by this afternoon?" Nick watched as Clay picked up a couple of items sitting on the coffee table.
"Uh, no. I think she had work today."
"Oh, what about Y/n?"
Clay tensed, pausing for a second. She had been on his mind a lot since the last time he saw her. The way she looked at him... it hurt. It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. This morning she was all he could think of. He missed her good morning texts, the way she'd update him about little situations happening in her schedule, when she would randomly face time him just to say: 'I wanted to see your stupid face because I missed it.'
"I... she's not coming."
"Why's that?"
"You know why, Nick." Clay let out a sigh, taking a seat on the couch. He didn't know what he could do, he was the one who messed everything up. If he tried to apologize, he might even piss Y/n off even more. She had always been a hardass about being hurt or betrayed, it was hard for her to give people a second chance. "I don't even think she knows we're all planning to meet up later today."
"Dude... it's weird seeing you two like this. It feels wrong." The two friends looked at one another, it seemed like Nick could tell exactly what Clay was thinking. 'It is wrong.'
"I miss her. But I was also the one who fucked everything up by ignoring her for weeks."
"Why'd you even do that?"
"Because I fell in love with her. I was scared she didn't feel the same. So I distanced myself and looked for someone to start a relationship with. That's why I met Elise."
"Clay... you're an idiot."
"I know."
Turning, Wilbur looked at Y/n. She was halfway finished with her meal. Everything was going great, she seemed so happy just to be able to talk with two friends. It seemed like the best time to spring the idea on her.
"Hey, Y/n?"
"Yes, Wilbur?"
He bit his lip, glancing at the man sitting on the other side of the table. George gave a brief nod, knowing what was going to happen next. "George and I had an idea we'd like to share with you."
"What is it?"
"You know how you've been talking about how you've always wanted to visit us in London?"
"Yeah..."
Wilbur paused, looking back at George for a second. "Well, we were thinking... I have a free room in my place. Why don't you spend one of two months with me just to see how you like London?"
Y/n's face lit up. "That sounds great, Wilbur. I... wow. That sounds so fun!" She paused, her smile disappeared. "But what about my house? I can't just abandon it for a month."
Wilbur bit his lip, 'Shit.'
"Clay can stop by once a week, just to make sure everything's fine. I'm positive he'll do it for you," George was quick to jump into the conversation. As soon as he mentioned Clay, Wilbur shot him a look. Y/n tensed at the sound of his name.
"Listen Y/n, you don't have to do it. Just keep the idea in mind, you can give me an answer before George and I leave."
"Okay..." Y/n bit her lip, looking at her food. She knew the only right answer was yes, but it was going to be hard to talk to Clay about this. "I think... I think I wanna do this. I wanna go with you guys."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, but... just give me some time to think it over."
"We're always here for you, Y/n. No pressure." Wilbur placed a hand on Y/n's. He wanted her to come to London, everything would be better. He cared a lot about Y/n, he really did. He just wanted to see her happy.
"I just want her to be happy," Clay let out a sigh, opening the refrigerator door. His eyes skimmed over what there was, he had gone grocery shopping the other day to plan for today. He still wasn't hungry.
"Everything's gonna get-" Nick paused, he was interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone ringing. There was a moment of silence as the blonde closed the refrigerator, approaching his phone on the kitchen counter.
"It's Y/n."
"What?"
"Do I pick it up?" Clay glanced at his friend.
"yes, yes, yes! Do it!"
Clay was quick to pick up the phone, putting it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, Clay."
"Hey, Y/n."
"Do you..." she paused, "Do you have a moment to talk?"
"Yeah, I can talk." Clay leaned against the counter, listening to her intently. It had only been a few days, but he missed her voice. He could tell she was down.
"I know this seems like the wrong time to be asking for favors and everything, considering everything that has happened this last week. But... I need your help with something." She paused again. He could tell she was hesitating, as though something was keeping her back. "I think I'm gonna be gone for a while. And I just need someone to check up with my house every couple of days. Could you do that? It's fine if you don't want to, it was a stupid idea of me to ask you anyways-"
"No, yeah. Of course, I'll check up on your house for you, Y/n." He was quick to cut her off. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she couldn't turn to him for help anymore. "And it's not stupid of you to ask me. I'll always be here if you need something or need help."
She scoffed, "You weren't there for me these past few weeks." She stopped herself again for the third time. "I'm sorry, that was really bitchy of me."
"I deserved it," he could only chuckle. Y/n was still herself. "But yeah, is there anything else you need... or want to talk about?"
"I... no. No, that's it. I guess I'll talk to you... eventually."
"Alright," Clay fought back the urge to let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll see you." Without saying goodbye, she hung up the phone. He didn't know what to expect next, he wasn't even sure whether this was a step in the right direction or not.
Staring at the box, Y/n felt herself tear up for the hundredth time this week. This was going to be a hard task to complete, but it was going to help her let go.
Walking around the house, Y/n picked up item by item. Anything that belonged to Clay was going in the box. A few t-shirts, a couple of CDs she stole, one of his coffee cups.
Y/n wasn't even sure how the cup had gotten to her house, but she knew it belonged to Clay. All of her coffee cups matched, all the same color and shape. But... this one cup had shown up in her pantry one day. Every time Clay had spent the night, he'd start the morning off with a cup of coffee, only using that cup.
At this point, Y/n was picking up items that held too strong memories of him. The box had quickly filled, it felt strange. It seemed like she had just lost a chunk of her house. Of her life. This needed to happen. This was the only way they'd be able to keep their friendship.
Y/n had agreed to come to London with Wilbur, she was finally fully on board. Two suitcases sat by her front door as she waited for Wilbur and George to arrive. She would only be in Florida for a few more hours, she needed to give this box back to him. Maybe she could just say screw it, leave it here under her bed, hidden away. So when she'd return she'd be comforted by his shirts and hoodies, she'd listen to his songs and cry.
No. She couldn't do that. If she did that she wouldn't be letting go of everything. Y/n needed closure, it'd be the best for them both and she knew it. Pulling her out of her thoughts, Y/n heard a knock on her door. It was time.
"Morning, Y/n."
"Morning, Wilbur." Y/n smiled, embracing her friend in a hug as soon as she opened the door.
"George is in the car. We got coffee too." Wilbur looked down at her, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close. "You're positive you want to do this?"
"Yes, I need to."
"Alright, then. I'll support you with whatever decision you make." He finally stepped aside, moving to grab her suitcases. Y/n grabbed the box, she had moved it into the hallway before greeting Wilbur. With one more glance, she looked down her hallway before closing the door. As soon as her home was locked up, Y/n had dropped her keys into the box. This was going to be the final step before London. Giving it all back.
George and Y/n greeted each other, Y/n giving him a quick hug before entering the car. The rest of the time, the car ride was quiet. There was obviously going to be tension. On their way, Y/n kept thinking to herself about what she was going to say. What if she fucked it all up? What if they broke out into another fight?
"Here we are."
Y/n sucked in a breath, looking over at the familiar house. This was the final step.
"Y/n, do you need either of us to walk up with you?" Wilbur spoke, he noticed the way she looked at the house.
She shook her head. "No, I got this..." Stepping out of the car, there were only a few words she'd repeat to herself. 'This is the final step. This is the final step. This is the final step.' It felt like it took forever for her to reach his porch.
As soon as she was face to face with the wooden door, she was quick to hit the doorbell. She just wanted to get this over with, fast. A few moments passed, and just as she reached to hit the doorbell again, she stepped back. The door was opening.
"Y/n?" Clay yawned, his hair was a mess. It was obvious she had just woken him up. "What are you-"
"It's time for me to go now. I'm sorry for waking you up. Here are my keys and a few of your items in case you wanted them while I was-"
"Woah, woah, woah." He interrupted her, rubbing his eyes. "Slow down, you're talking fast. You're leaving? Right now?"
"I..." she sighed. "Yeah, I am."
"And this..." he looked down at the box in her hands. "They're all mine?"
"Yeah, that's kinda the whole point." She gave him a look, "Considering the box says your name."
"Alright... thank you," he nodded, carefully picking the box up from her. "How long are you gonna be gone?"
"I'm not sure. I just know I have to go."
"Why?"
"Because of us, Clay. It'd be better for both of us. We need time apart. We have so much going on in each other's lives. I just need a break."
He watched her, she looked close to tears. Without thinking, Clay pulled his friend into his embrace, holding her close. "I understand. Take as much time as you need. I'll be here."
"Thank you."
The hug was short, Y/n was the first to pull away. As soon as it was over, she muttered a quick goodbye, hurrying back to the car. When the car door shut, Wilbur was quick to jump to asking questions.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything? You're completely sure you want to do this?"
"I'm fine, Wilbur."
"Alright, I just wanted to check." Wilbur paused, looking out the window. "Y/n, would you mind if George and I said our goodbyes to Clay?"
"Go ahead, I'm not the boss of you."
Sitting in the car alone, Y/n got a moment to catch her breath and stop the tears from forming. She did it. She completed the final step. She could do whatever she wanted now. The moment alone in the car felt short, George and Wilbur were back in the car in what felt like seconds. Only, Wilbur sat in the back with Y/n, George driving by himself.
"You ready, Y/n?"
"More than anything." Y/n looked at Wilbur, the way he smiled at her just felt... good. Looking down, she noticed Wilbur gently grabbing her hand in his. She smiled, things were going to start getting good for her, she knew it.
"Wow okay, now I just feel like a driver for you two." George shot a dirty look in the mirror.
"A bad driver," Y/n grinned at her friend. "Start moving, Mr. colorblind."
"If I get a ticket for running a red light, I'm blaming you."
With a yawn, Y/n opened her eyes. She had another good night of sleep, it had been weeks since she had a bad night of sleep. For eight months, she had lived in London. At this point, her house in Flordia was sold to a family of three, and she was no longer flatmates with Wilbur. Instead, she was his girlfriend.
Turning over, she faced the beautiful brunette. He was still asleep. She owed him everything. She was now an influencer because of him, he had helped her set up her YouTube channel and introduced her to the fans. He thought it'd be a good job for her, considering how she was a social butterfly and carry conversations.
Clay and Y/n didn't interact as much as they use to. They'd interact on the Dream SMP and over social media. But it was rare for them to speak in private. The only way their relationship got better was by them distancing themselves. What was a beautiful friendship had turned into an acquaintanceship. Clay was still dating Elise, but it seemed like things weren't going the best and there were signs of him planning to break up with her soon.
Wilbur peeked an eye open, looking at his girlfriend. "Morning, Y/n."
"Morning, Wilbur."
Y/n smiled, she knew she was right. Everything got better for her. After all, When the rain ends, there will always be a rainbow.
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After all this time, I'm still into you (3)
shikamaru nara x reader
word count: 4.7k
warnings: swearing, anti-kiba, fluff
You woke up groggily, the events of the day before coming back to you in pieces as you solved the puzzle. Something fluttered in your stomach but you pushed it down. Looking at the clock you saw it showed 10:07. If you were going to get your errands done, you needed to be out of bed thirty minutes ago at the latest. You threw the covers off, stretching as you stood. First things first: laundry. You threw your clothes from the night before into your hamper, grabbing the few stragglers that lay around the room to be sure they made it in. Quickly throwing on an outfit, you grabbed the hamper and walked it down to the washing room. After you’d finished and hung up your clothes to dry, it was almost noon. You glanced at your pantry, seeing the dust that had begun collecting on some of the shelves and groaned. You needed to hand in your fixed report so groceries would just have to wait until later tonight.
You were jogging, it had taken longer than you’d expected to hand everything in and it was already past twelve. You came to a halt a block from Ichiraku and tried to steady your breathing. Looking down, you smoothed out your shirt and ran your hands over your hair before shaking your head. You were having lunch with a friend, you didn’t need to look perfect. Shaking your head, you looked up to see Shikamaru standing outside the ramen shop with an eyebrow raised.
“How are you always late to everything?” he chided as you walked up and ducked beneath the pulled back curtain into the small booth.
“Sorry, sorry, errands took longer than I thought.” You smiled at Teuchi behind the counter as you took a seat near the wall. Shikamaru sat next to you, your elbows bumping together in the small area. You willed your stomach not to flip at such a small thing, reminding yourself, once more, that you were friends, best friends.
“So, they took it with your corrections and everything?” Shikamaru looked up from the menu.
“Hm? Oh yeah, I got chewed out for making the mistake even though they already yelled at me for it when they first gave it back, but it’s whatever.”
He chuckled, “Maybe you’ll do it correctly next time.”
You slapped his arm, looking down at the menu to decide what you wanted. Once the two of you ordered, you turned to him. “So what have you done today? Been at all productive, or no?”
He glared at you, “I’ll have you know that I woke up early and went to training with Ino and Choji, so no comments on my laziness. I’ve earned the rest of the day off.”
“Oh so one morning training session earns you a half day off? Guess I should have at least 2 years of vacation stored up then.”
“Uh, yeah. And yet you’d never take any unless I made you. But don’t worry, I’m a giver.” He smirked at the last part.
You rolled your eyes, “Oh yes, it must be so hard, but thank god you make the sacrifice.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.
He shrugged, “It’s my duty, otherwise I’d be hard at work right now.” That made you laugh out loud, something about the idea of Shikamaru working hard was unimaginable. “Hey, woah it’s not that funny, I do work hard sometimes.” That only made you snort.
“Mhmm yeah, you. Shikamaru Nara. Working hard at something? That’d be a site to s-”
“Y/N?” You heard a voice behind you, which made you turn your head.
“Oh, uh hey Kiba.” You smiled and brought a finger to your face, trying to quickly wipe the small tears at the corner of your eye.
He only glowered in response, looking between you and Shikamaru. “Already moved on, huh?”
Your brow furrowed, “What?” You glanced at Shikamaru whose face showed no emotion.
“I saw the way you used to look at him, you’re doing it now. I knew you had feelings for him the whole time.”
“Woah woah, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He scoffed in response.
“Hey, I’m trying to have lunch with my friend, so you can kindly fuck off if you’re gonna be weird about it.” You started to turn back around before he piped up again.
“So were you fucking him behind my back or is this a new development?” he sneered, “I should’ve known when you said it just wasn’t working between us, can’t expect you to slow down, right?”
You felt like the air had been knocked out of you. “Excuse me?” You stood, raising an eyebrow at the boy in front of you, “I didn’t do what you’re accusing me of, but if you wanna do this in public, let’s do it,” Your smile was icy- you loved him, how could he ever accuse you of something like this?
“No,” he shook his head. “I’ve had enough of this, Y/N.”
“Enough of what?” Shikamaru’s drawl came from behind you, “Kiba, stop spouting off.”
“You shut your mouth!” Kiba exploded.
“You’re the one accusing people here!!” You yelled at him.
“Yeah because you’re the one on a date weeks after breaking up with me and acting all heartbroken.”
“So what if she’s on a date, Kiba, you don’t own the girl.”
“This isn’t a date and Shikamaru, stay the fuck out of this.” You gritted your teeth. The last thing you needed was another person involved in whatever this was.
“God, the two of you are so troublesome, you’re drawing a crowd. Kiba, just leave, you’re not going to accomplish anything here.”
The boy practically snarled at the two of you, baring his teeth before turning on his heel to stalk off. You were breathing heavy, fists clenched when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Rounding on Shikamaru you spat at him, “Why did you butt in? I didn’t ask you to say anything, now he’s definitely going to think I cheated on him. God!” You brought your hand to your forehead and squeezed hard.
“Hey, just.... sit back down. C’mon.” He guided you to your stool as you felt the lump in your throat that had been threatening to form.
“Why did he have to do that in public.... Now everyone will think I’m a cheater.” You stared at the counter in front of you.
“It’s Kiba, what could you expect? He’s a hotheaded idiot, I still can’t believe you even gave him the time of day, let alone dated him.”
“Really not the time, Shikamaru.” You pressed your fingers to your temples, “I didn’t need this today.” Your nerves were so shot that when Ayame placed your order in front of you, you jumped.
“Honestly, I really don’t think anyone is gonna think that.” His hand rested on your back now, but you were too preoccupied to think about it.
“God, I just, the worst part is that I still love him so much? Why would he....” tears reappeared at the corners of your eyes, this time stinging with anger and pain.
“Hey, look at me.” You continued staring at the bowl in front of you, afraid that if you moved, your composure would break and you’d be reduced to crying in public. “Y/N, I need you to look at me, right now.” Shikamaru’s voice was firm and unwavering, but you could only shake your head softly. You sensed him stand up beside you before he turned your body and enveloped you in a hug. Your face hidden, tears spilled quickly onto his shirt, it was short but needed. You clenched your fist, digging your nails into your palm to ground you before taking a deep breath and untangling yourself from Shikamaru. When you looked up, his cheeks were flushed, likely from secondhand embarrassment.
You smiled sheepishly, “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to fall apart on you!” you wiped your face quickly, turning to your bowl of food, “Better eat before it gets cold!” You forced an upbeat tone into your voice, trying to hide how you felt. Shikamaru sat down beside you and you felt his gaze still on you. “I’m okay, really, I just.... Having a bad day I guess.” You took a bite of your food and swallowed it, willing the lump in your throat to disappear. “Anyways, I overheard that your team is being sent out on a mission soon, do you know what it’s for?” Looking up, his eyes were studying you, picking you apart as only he could.
He turned to his own food, picking up noodles on his chopsticks before replying, “I think it’s something about retrieving some stolen information, but I’m not sure. I didn’t really read the message they sent me, just looked at when we’re leaving.”
“Which is?” You took another bite, beginning to realize how hungry you were.
“Tomorrow morning.” He took a bite and your eyes lingered on his lips a second longer than a friend’s eyes should.
“Oh, so you probably need to get ready, I guess just lunch for today then.”
“Tch, you’re not getting out of it that easily. Especially after what just happened.”
You rolled your eyes, taking another bite before replying, “Please, it was a momentary lapse for me, I’m really alright and if you need to cut out to prepare, I can just take a rain check.”
He shook his head. “You trying to weasel out of this is tiring and it’s making me need the time off even more.”
You sighed, “Fine fine,” you held up your hands, finished with your meal, “lemme know when you’re ready to go.”
He looked up, mildly shocked, “You’re already done?”
Shrugging you grinned at him, “Need the fuel to keep me energized.”
He simply sighed and began eating faster. You took the opportunity to ask Ayame for the bill. By the time you’d paid, Shikamaru had finished his own serving and was standing waiting for you. “Ready?” you asked. He nodded and the two of you began walking. You talked to Shikamaru, going on about something Ino had said recently, not really paying much attention to where you were going. This made it all the more surprising when you looked around and realized you were in the woods, surrounded by trees. “Shikamaru? Where are we?”
He chuckled, “Took you long enough to realize.”
Your heart was pounding as you realized you must be in the Nara woods. “Hey uh, I’m not gonna get trampled and beaten up by your deer right?”
“As long as you don’t annoy me, no. You’re here with me, they won’t bother you.” You couldn’t help but glance around the trees, noticing the eyes that blended in with the scenery. You shifted closer to Shikamaru as you walked, feeling the deer watch you. You felt bad as you bumped against his arm for the fourth time, hearing him sigh. Suddenly there was a weight on your shoulder and you were pulled to the side. “There. Will you calm down now? It’s clear you’re not a threat, they just watch everyone, it’s their thing.”
You nodded in reply, but your heart rate had only sped up now that his arm was around you. Thankfully you came to a clearing of soft grass where the sun shone perfectly. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that fell from your lips as you stepped into the area.
Shikamaru chuckled beside you, “Yeah, this is my secret spot.”
You thwaked his side softly with your arm, “Shikamaru Nara. I cannot believe you never showed me this!”
“Well then it wouldn’t have been secret now would it?” he grinned at you, but you were busy staring around the clearing.
“It’s so beautiful,” you breathed out.
“Yeah....”
You crouched down, running your hands through the soft grass before stretching yourself out. “Well? If we’re gonna relax, let’s relax.”
He chuckled, looking down at you, “Alright fine, but I brought you here to make sure you’d relax, so no fidgeting.” He laid down perpendicular to you, resting his head on your thighs. Feeling your heart rate spike again, you shifted and put one arm behind your head. Your foot was still bouncing softly until Shikamaru reached out and grabbed it. “Stop fidgeting,”
You blushed, “Sorry, I didn’t realize.” He sighed in response and your hand one made its way down to his hair. You had to continue moving somehow, this was the least offensive option. Before touching his hair you made sure to ask, “You okay with this?” When he hummed in response, you began to slowly fiddle with his hair, making sure not to pull on it. It was nice, you hadn’t done this in years, but it felt natural. The sun on your skin warmed your entire body and the grass was softer than any you’d felt. There was a soft breeze that carried some kind of floral scent and the clouds were floating by serenely above. You felt more relaxed than you had in years, and as your mind drifted you felt the urge to tell Shikamaru how you felt. He had a right to know, and you had a right to make your feelings known. You knew he didn’t feel the same, and you’d made your peace with that. “Shikamaru?”
“Mm?” he hummed quietly in response.
“You ever think about how insignificant we are in the world?”
He snorted, “Y/N what are you on?”
“I don’t quite know,” you watched the clouds drift by above, “I think I just wanna talk to you,” you wove a few strands of his hair carefully through your fingers.
“As long as I don’t have to respond,” you tugged lightly on his hair in response.
“So you don’t mind if I just talk mindlessly to you?”
“No, I don’t mind Y/N. Feel free to babble about whatever you’d like.”
You smiled at his word choice, “Okay, well I feel like I owe you the truth especially after earlier today,” He only sighed, waiting for you to continue. “What Kiba said wasn’t actually that crazy, I realized last night that....” you paused, taking a deep breath, “I have feelings for you and they aren’t friend feelings,” you rushed your next words, making sure to get them out before he could reply, “I tried to get over it, but.... I’m still into you.” You stared straight up, focusing on a misshapen cloud that was floating lazily overhead.
“Is that all?” Shikamaru’s voice sounded mildly amused.
“Yeah, just.... thought I’d tell you,” you felt more comfortable, especially since he hadn’t sat up or pulled away. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of not hiding anything.
“Well, I guess you ought to know that I feel the same.” His voice didn’t change at all and he sounded almost bored.
Your heart stopped and your eyes snapped open, but you didn’t move. “You.... do?”
“Mhm.”
“Oh, okay.” you paused, unsure of what to do next. You felt Shikamaru shift and you sat up. You looked into his eyes, noticing his slight smirk as you waited for his next move.
His hand was resting on your thigh and he looked down at it before speaking, “I guess the next thing is for me to ask you out,” his thumb traced soft circles across your leg, “what a drag.”
“Well seeing as I confessed, shouldn’t I be the one to ask you out?” You raised an eyebrow, grinning at him. “So Shikamaru,” he shook his head, chuckling as you continued, “will you go out with me?”
He looked up and grinned, “I’d love to.”
Your heart swelled as you reached out and cupped his face, softly stroking his cheek. You sighed, “Maybe it’s too early, but.... I think I love you Shikamaru Nara.”
A blush covered his usually reserved features as he shifted to hide his face against your stomach, “Troublesome woman,” You laughed and tangled your fingers in his hair as you laid back again. “I think I love you too.” he murmured softly into your skin. The smile on your face wouldn’t go away as you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of happiness that washed over you.
“So does this mean you’ll start paying for meals?”
“Not if you keep losing, our rule still stands.”
You hummed, softly running your hands through his hair. “Mm fine. When’s our next rematch then? I need to know so I can get your dad to teach me.”
His head appeared above you, his ponytail messy from your fingers, “You wanna come over tonight?”
You smiled at his eagerness, “Shikamaru, I don’t think your mom would take kindly to me bumming two meals in a row off you guys.” You reached up, caressing his face.
He leaned into your hand and smirked, “Please, you know she loves you, more than me.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Maybe it’s because I don’t lay around her house and mutter things under my breath when she asks for help.”
“You’re so rude,” He frowned, “maybe I won’t go out with you.”
You pulled his head to your shoulder, “Then I’ll just have to pester you until you do.”
“You would wouldn’t you,” he melted into you and you smiled at his weight on your body.
“Mhmm. If I have to come throw rocks at your window every night, I will.” You pressed a soft kiss on the side of his head. “If that’s what it will take, then that’s just what I’ll have to do. But it would be so very troublesome,” you threw his favorite phrase back at him to which he only huffed, “so please don’t make me.”
“Fine. But come over tonight?” He murmured into your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps run their way down your body.
You twirled the short hair at the nape of his neck as you thought about it, “Alright, I guess you’ve convinced me.”
He shifted and pressed a small kiss to your cheek. “Whoever thought I’d be the one having to force you to do things?”
“Quite a change of pace hmm?”
He rolled onto his back and pulled your body close to his, “Well then, I’ll have to make sure to beat you next time we compete so we can balance things out again.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” You nuzzled into his chest, and everything felt right. Breathing in his soft and familiar smell, you felt yourself drifting in the afternoon sun. The next thing you knew, soft kisses were being pressed against your head as you heard Shikamaru murmuring your name. Your eyelids fluttered open and you tilted your head to look up at him. A drowsy smile adorned his lips which you mirrored.
“Hi,” he breathed out.
You laughed softly, “Hi,” you felt like a schoolgirl again, shy and soft.
“How was your nap?”
“Wonderful, you make a great pillow.” You both sat up. Shifting to straddle him, you threw your arms around his shoulders. The sun was setting and it was catching on his hair just perfectly. You leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his, taking a deep breath. “I think this is the happiest I’ve been in awhile.”
“Oh really? All because of me?” His lips were tilted up in a cocky smirk.
You leaned forward slowly, lips barely brushing his and breathed out, “All because of you.” before pushing your lips against his. The way you two moved against each other was natural. You felt his hands grip your hips as you pulled away for air. A soft breeze blew past, alerting you to how flushed your face was as the cool air hit your cheeks. You leaned your head back to look up at the sky, noticing the stars beginning to shine above. “We should probably get back, seems our day off has ended.”
Shikamaru sighed, tugging you closer to him, “What a drag, how about five more minutes?”
You smiled, and tapped his nose with your finger, “C’mon lazy, let’s go.” You stood and held your hands out to him. He took them and you pulled him up, lingering there, fingers tangled together before you began pulling him back towards the village.
“That’s the wrong way, genius.” He laughed and pulled you the other way and you smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry, guess you just make my head spin so much I don’t know which ways which.”
He groaned, “Please tell me that’s the only dumb line you’re gonna use.”
“Well, I got lost in your eyes, but since you know where you’re going I’ll just follow your lead.” You were grinning up at him, a shit eating grin plastered across your face. You opened your mouth, about to continue, but he cut you off quickly with a kiss.
“Dork,” he muttered, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You began walking back the way you’d come, offering up different terrible pick up lines whenever they came to you. By the time you came to the road you were sure he was questioning his earlier decision of saying yes to you, the only thing betraying otherwise was the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth. You turned towards his house, seeing the lights on, and you were struck by how much had changed in 24 hours. It felt crazy, but it also felt right. Shikamaru groaned beside you, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“You okay?”
“I just don’t wanna have to tell my parents about us, my mom’s gonna be insufferable about it.”
You stopped walking, “Well, I don’t have to come over, really it’s fine. We spent the whole day together.”
“No no,” he pressed his forehead to yours, “I want you to come over.”
“Okay well then we don’t have to tell your parents about us.”
He shifted from foot to foot, clearly thinking, “Hmm, I guess so.”
You laughed and pushed him away, “Then we’re back to platonic for tonight.”
“One more kiss? Just to tide me over.” He raised an eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes, unable to stop yourself from smiling at the request, “Hmm, I guess so.” You mocked him as he stepped closer and tilted your head up with his index finger, kissing you soft and slow.
He pulled away, dropping his hand from your chin, “Ready for another friendly dinner? Emphasis on the friend part.”
“I am, let’s go,” you both walked up to his front door and he opened it for you, the smell of mackerel wafting out the door, “You just keep winning today huh?” You glanced at him, knowing how much he loved the food, but he only grinned in response.
You walked in and were greeted by Yoshino who was visibly surprised to see you. “Oh, Y/N, Shikamaru didn’t tell me we were expecting you back again tonight!”
You blushed, embarrassed, “I’m sorry for the intrusion ma’am. I don’t have to stay for dinner, it's not a big deal!” You turned to Shikamaru ready to bid him goodbye but he didn’t look at you.
“It’s fine, I’m sure we have enough for you, right mom?”
“Yes, of course! That’s not at all what I meant!” Yoshino rushed to assure you, “I was just surprised is all. Well, Shikamaru come and help me serve the food, your dad is just getting changed out of his work clothes. Feel free to sit down, Y/N.” Shikamaru smiled at you, touching the small of your back softly before continuing through to the kitchen. You walked over to the shogi board that was still out, observing the game that was leftover from the night before, the one that had led to lunch this afternoon, where you’d seen Kiba.... had it really been this afternoon that that had happened? You still felt terrible about it, but the sound of Shikaku entering the room forced you to push your thoughts aside.
“Ah, Y/N! Back to join us?”
You smiled and nodded, “Yes sir, also, real quick, I was wondering, do you think you could tell me why I lost this game last night?”
He grinned, “Ah, want to know what you should’ve done to beat him?”
“Yes sir.” You took a seat where Shikamaru had sat and Shikaku took your position.
“Well, it looks like when you moved your lance, you left yourself open to attack, and from there you were bound to end up in checkmate. You should have left your lance where it was,” he began explaining how you should’ve gone about capturing Shikamaru’s pieces. You tried to pay attention, you really did, but shogi was just so boring and so much had happened that your mind began wandering on its own. “And then he would’ve been stuck in checkmate and you would’ve won.” Shikaku finished his explanation looking up at you.
You looked up and nodded, “I’ll be honest I don’t know if I got all that but I think some of it stuck somewhere in my brain so thank you.”
He bobbed his head, frowning, “Well, if you’d like me to train you, you know where to find me, I’m always up to help you beat Shikamaru.” He smiled and stood, “Now, we should probably make our way to dinner before Yoshino gets angry.”
You stood and followed him through to see Shikamaru putting the plates out with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. He looked so domestic it made you smile. He glanced up at you and you felt your stomach flip as he flashed you a smirk. You sat in the same place you had the night before, and made polite conversation as you ate. The topic of your day came up and you were forced to confess how Shikamaru had forced you to go cloud watching with him.
“Oh, so he roped you into his lazy antics as well?” Yoshino glared at Shikamaru who only shrugged.
You laughed, “Yes, but I think I was in need of a day off so it wasn’t unwelcome.”
“Who isn’t, I could use a day off. How about we go cloud watching, honey?” Shikaku smiled at his wife.
“Hm, I don’t know about cloud watching, but you could stand to take some time off as well.” You admired the way they were so comfortable with each other, going back and forth. Seeing how clearly they loved each other caused you to look fondly across the table at Shikamaru.
Yoshino spoke up, “You know, I was always so sure you two would get together.”
“Mom!”
You flushed bright red and stared down at your food, trying hard to suppress your smile.
Yoshino held her hands up, “I’m only being honest.” Shikamaru groaned and took a bite of his food, his cheeks red like yours, “Some things just make sense and I always thought the two of you were one of those things.”
You laughed awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed when a bird flew in through the open window, saving you from any further conversation. Shikaku stood and retrieved the message from the bird who left the same way it had entered.
“It’s for you, Shikamaru.” He handed the small scroll to him before returning to his seat.
Shikamaru unrolled it and began reading before he sighed, “They moved up the time for the mission, we’re leaving in a few hours, what a drag.”
You all quickly finished your meal, making sure that you helped to clean up before saying goodnight. Shikamaru walked you to the front porch, closing the door behind him. He pulled you in for a hug, arms circling your waist and his head resting on your shoulder as you slowly stroked up and down his back. “Can’t believe we just got together and I have to leave for a mission, how troublesome.” He murmured into your hair.
You laughed, “Well you were fine before we were together, I’m sure you’ll be fine this time as well.” You pulled back and cupped his face, “Just, make sure you come back to me, you know?” You leaned up and kissed him, soft and slow just like he had kissed you earlier.
“Of course,” he kissed your forehead before letting you go. As you walked away, you turned and glanced back. He was leaning against the house watching you, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips and smoke curling around his head. You grinned, shaking your head before you continued on your way, happiness blooming in your chest.
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"Black Magic" *Part 5*
Heyyy ladies and gents, I might go out later but I'm gonna post a FEW chapters tonight, see if I can get them edited fast enough. I want to try and do a "day" a chapter, if you know what I mean.
Also- Really?! No one said anything about the Raul reference?! Was it too cheesy? Also there was a Charmed reference in there if you missed it.
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You couldn't wait to get to work the next day. You rushed through the lobby and bounded into Rafael's office. He was standing there talking to Liv. Oh god. They both turned and stared at your dramatic entrance.
"Uh….Y/N, are you ok?" Rafael asked you with a bit of concern in his tone.
"Oh yeah no I'm fine Rafa," you nervously smiled, and to your horror his face became even more confused.
"I'm sorry, did you just call me Rafa?" He raised an eyebrow, glancing at Liv, who had a triumphant smile on her face. He didn't remember. It was over.
"I knew it…" she whispered with a smirk.
"Knew what?" Rafael turned to her
"....I knew she'd try to get friendly with you, she's had a crush on you forever," Olivia quickly came up with a diabolical plan on the spot. Your face fell, you felt yourself turning pale as he turned back to you.
“Is that true, Y/N?” He asked you point blank.
"I...I…" you stammered, unable to think of how to get out of this situation. Then you saw his thermos.
"I'll get your morning coffee, boss," you went and grabbed the thermos off his desk, then hurried out the door, slamming it behind you. You tried desperately not to cry as you headed down to the break room.
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"Liv that was a little harsh," Rafael gave her a look, nothing the evil smile she had.
"What? She was being insubordinate! Calling you Rafa like that…"
"Right because only you can call me that," He smirked.
"Well I'm the only one who does," she pointed out. "And we're so close, she must have thought of she stated calling you that maybe you'd fall for her.”
"...you're nutty you know that?” He shook his head with a laugh.
“But you love me anyway,”. She gave him a tongued smiled.
"I do," he chuckled, gripping her hands .
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In the break room you tried to calm yourself down before going back up to Rafael’s office. You focused on what Chloe has said last night. He was already in love with you. You just had to draw it out
That was going to be exceptionally difficult now that Olivia knew you had done something. She's never gonna leave you alone with him. No she has to. I mean what is she gonna do, stay in his office all day? You'd just wait until she left. You filled his coffee and returned to his office this time knocking before you went in.
“Come in,” You heard him call through the door. You went in to see Liv had left. You looked up at the sky and mouthed a “THANK YOU.”.
"Here you are Mr. Barba." You handed him the coffee nervously.
"....Y'know I kind of liked it when you called me Rafa, Y/N." He gave you a smile. But not the normal office smile you were so used to...it was a smile you had only seen yesterday. Maybe….
"Oh. Um, yeah sure ok ...Rafa," you smiled back.
"I'm sorry I haven't said it before. I guess I shouldn't be so…"
"Snobbish," you chuckled remembering yesterday. Then suddenly remembered HE didn't remember yesterday. You looked at his once again stunned face, and you once again slapped your hands over your mouth.
"Oh god I am so--” You started to apologize, but to your relief he slowly started chucking that soon turned into a full laugh.
"Yeah, something like that." He shook his head while still laughing. He looked at you, catching your glance. He stopped laughing and just stared at you for a long moment.
I need you to remember today….
"...Do I have something on my face?" You started to rub your face embarrassed.
"No, I just…." He narrowed his eyes, inspecting your face as if he was trying to recall something. "I think I...I had a dream about you last night,"
You blushed, your heart fluttered. This was it, it was happening. It was really happening
"A good dream, I hope," you joked, trying to keep calm.
"The best," he smiled dreamily. Your face lit up, was it REALLY happening? Right now?
"Rafa, I--" You started to go for it.
"I'm sorry I don't know why I said it like that," he shook his head with a laugh. "I'm sure it was nice though,"
Nope. Not now.
"Right, I'm sure," you smiled, trying to hide the fact that you were dying inside.
"Are you okay?" He was actually paying enough attention to you to realize you were faking it
"What...yeah no I'm fine," you lied. "I just um, I didn't sleep well last night,"
"Oh. Well, feel free to make yourself something from my machine," he offered. He had never offered that before, his machine was too precious and too expensive to waste on anyone else.
"...Seriously? But that thing is your baby," You asked him astonished.
"...Something tells me I've been too focused on my 'things' lately," He chuckled.
"Oh well thank you sir,"
"Rafa carino, por favor," he said nonchalantly, then immediately stopped and looked at his desk in shock that those words fell out of his mouth so easily. You started at him equally shocked. Maybe this would be easier than you thought. You decided to run with it, maybe prodding more memories
"What's that mean?" You quickly asked. He stared at you for a second, still trying to figure out why he had called you that.
"It um--," he cleared his throat nervously. "Nothing," he lied. "It's just a word like amigo or kid"
Your face scrunched. Why would he lie? This is it. This is why you didn't know before. He's been trying to hide it!!!!!
"No it doesn't," You challenged him. What were you doing?! Was it totally smart to provoke him like this? What if he fired you?
"I'm sorry?” He asked, stunned.
“It means honey or sweetie, it's a term of endearment," You spit back the explanation he gave you yesterday.
“How do you know that…?” He was beyond suspicious.
How indeed. You raced your brain trying to think of a plausible reason.
“My best friend is Latina. She calls me that all the time,” You lied. Well, kind of lied. Chloe was Latina and spoke spanish, but she had never called you carino.
“….Then why did you ask me what it meant?” He kept suspicions.
“I wanted to see if you'd admit it,” You smirked at him. He was shocked. You had never been so informal with him, so bold, so snarky.
“….What has gotten into you, Miss y/l/n?” He suddenly asked you in a very “boss” like voice. Shit. He was pulling rank on you. You pushed too far.
"I…" Your smirk fell, your voice fell soft.
"That must have been some shit sleep you got. I suggest you go get caffeinated, compose yourself and come back more professional," He spat.
“...Y-yes sir.” You bolted out of the office.
As soon as you were gone, Rafael began to pace in his office. Why had he called you that? And so casually and easily? He was usually so careful about showing you any kind of favoritism or affection, it was highly unprofessional. And besides, you were too young for him. He couldn't be like a kid with a crush.
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After you came back you both kept quiet and professional. Exchanging only pleasantries and things, Both lost in your own insecurities and feelings. Finally at the end of the day you went into his office quietly .
“Well if you didn't need anything else sir, I'm going to take off.,” You said meekly.
“Y/N wait,” he got up and walked up to you. "I'm sorry about this morning, I misspoke and I shouldn't have taken it out on you,”
“Oh.” You weren't thrilled that he stuck to his denial of feelings, but at least he was chill again
“Oh it's fine,” you talked nervously.” I should have never been so flippant,”
“No no, actually it was quite refreshing,” he smiled. “You're usually so quiet and timid, I like this side of you,” He stroked your hair, then instantly realized what he was doing and stepped back. What was happening?!
“Ahem so I’ll see you--” He started to say goodbye, but he noticed a penguin charm you had dangling off your phone in your hand.
“Penguins,” He whispered.
“I’m sorry?” Your heart fluttered again.
“I love penguins,” He just said softly, almost as if in a trance.
“I know,” You went for it again.
“What? How do you know that?” The moment fleeted again, his memory long gone.
“Oh um,” You bit your lip. “I mean, who doesn’t love penguins? They’re adorable,”
“Indeed,” He nodded with a smile. “Always so dapper in their--
“Tuxedos,” You finished his thought. He stared at you in shock for the fiftieth time that day, but once again it flushed into a beautiful smile.
“Right,” He nodded again, still smiling.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Rafa," You smiled, a genuine flirty smile. At this rate you'd be right back where you were yesterday in no time.
Rafael just stood staring at the door after you left. What were you doing to him?
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As he walked out of his office, Olivia met him at the door, holding a cup of coffee.
"An apology latte," she smiled apologetically.
"I should get mad at you more often," he chuckled, taking and sipping the latte. He made a face.
"What?" Olivia's face turned to panic.
"Nothing, just kind of a weird aftertaste," he shrugged.
"Oh maybe they decaff’d you," she laughed nervously.
“Maybe…” He stared at the cup suspiciously.
“How about dinner? On me?” She offered, hoping to distract him.
“Sure….” He shook off his suspicion and smiled at her.
They walked arm in arm, Rafael was oblivious to the evil smile crawling across Olivia's lips.
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You went home floating on cloud nine. When you walked in the door Chloe was folding her laundry. When she saw you she smiled hugely at the door.
“So.. how did it go?” She grabbed your hand and pulled you to your couch.
“It was amazing. He didn't remember yesterday, but I think he has some idea of what happened. And I think it's drawing his feelings out!!” You clapped your hands together wildly.
“Girl that's awesome!” She giggled. “Well tomorrow you'll just have to look amazing. See if you can draw more out,” She grinned.
You went to bed feeling more hopeful than you had in a long time.
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